My last week in
My last days were spent trying to stuff everything into my suitcases (which didn’t happen because I bought so much stuff that I had to leave a pile for Jitu, the Q4 ambassador to MV to bring with him when he comes in October). Most of the festivities were cancelled because of the bombings, and for a few days we didn’t go out. But, as always in
I bought the last of the necessary souvenirs and gifts, and spent an hour schmoozing with the owner of Saga to get myself 40% off my cashmere stoles at the fixed price store. He was very amused when he said “I’ll give you a good price” and I said “Asli ki math kya hai? Hindustani math, nahi firangi math” (“What’s the real price? Indian price, not foreigner price”). He laughed and laughed and then tried to teach me more Hindi. He also insisted on making me Kashmiri tea (which I only agreed to drink when I watched them make it with a new bottle of Bisleri mineral water), and I got to try on all of the 40,000 Rs scarves ($1,000).
On my last night a small group went to a bar, and I went home early to get some sleep. I had coffee at Barista with Peter in the afternoon, and lamented the fact that there would be no more evenings of Kingfisher and Seinfeld with my roomies, who were definitely the best roomies I’ve ever had (the fact that we had maid service to clean up our messes didn’t hurt). On my last day I tried to stuff my suitcase closed and watched DVDs of ‘Heroes’ from
Finally, with my suitcases very heavy and barely closed, Sayed took me to the airport and I said Phir milenge to
I sat next to a guy who had never flown before and who couldn’t figure out how to buckle his seatbelt. It was a final glimpse at
When I landed in
Luckily the answer to those last questions has been answered, and so far I have managed to remain connected to my second home – through Padma and Hayley and all the beautiful things I brought back and the photos and the chaat houses – so far I have managed to incorporate