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I am finally back from my 'short' vacation. There's something about the clean air and fluent punjabi that really can't be matched by Delhi. And being of the sikh religion, it feels like second home.
But what surprises me is pure progression amongst the little kids. The oldest now knows what hairdo suits her well, the next keeps his shirt buttons open over his t-shirt, the next has learnt tricks with his hoola ring and the youngest (a mere four-month-old) has learnt to suck his thumb.
Almost makes me feel like a dunce, not learning anything new ever since I've left school days behind. Infact, my cousin has learnt to do better - more intense - makeup, and another (a twelve-year-old) is ace at driving his Octavia.
Baisakhi turned out to be quite festive, with Viraj (the cute thumb-sucker) being graced with amrit. The morning began with the sacred hymns followed with bhog processions. Everyone had the prasad and went back to their daily activities - dressing, hoola rings and thumb sucking.
I slept over at my cousin's place and dozed off at three watching her Swiss trip tapes - after an intense session of dancing on Mika songs and giving relatives virtual makeovers.
Eating chuski each day, not to forget the amount of junk food I devoured and sweets I relished - its time to check that waistline for any signs of expansion. Being back in Delhi, stuck to my computer trying to forget that there's life beyond it - its almost a relief to be back home.
Almost.