Then Nainital (KQ/G).
Lucknow now. Distances remain the same but travel times have increased, thanks to the perpetual blanket of fog that wraps cities by the evening. The hills are doing better in this sense - bright sunshine through the day and cold yet clear nights; it's almost like the nature trying to maintain an equilibrium.
Lucknow is pretty normal today on the New Year's eve. Things don't change much - the same irritating weather, same irritating traffic snarls and the same irritating assholes roaming about orally ejaculating tobacco right next to your feet. Shouldn't expect much anyways. Chowk was an exception; it was alive - the lights, the variety of sweets, the controlled chaos and the evening cackle of the birds. I wonder why my friends didn't choose this for our usual hangout. The food here is amazing, and the variety...just startling. Chowk beats the other markets and those overpriced, snobby malls anyday, it gives that warm feeling.
On a personal level, it was a day well spent meeting and beating up nephews, and more of that still remains. The makhan malai wallah seems to have deserted me, for its been a second day in running that he's been absent; the longing remains. It was fun chasing away the monkeys, monitoring their progress from every direction.
rightnow: nothing. waiting to face an organised assault from my nephews, missing gems, missing dark chocolate, missing the hills again, being called downstairs.
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