An espresso of the week

Italy seems to call me back or maybe it is Delhi that has become home next to Rome.

Dior – so the mail says. It is an opportunity to be grabbed without doubt. I had unsubscribed from all job sites in august. Yet fashion seems to be summoning me back. Well, the week had been continuously revoking memories of Rome after all. This e-mail was just the cherry on top.

I am the first customer for Costa Coffee, this Sunday morning. From Italian buildings to Pugliese dancers, the place is packed with photos that are already etched in me. Since ‘September Issue’ was screened at the Institute, Rome seems to call out to me now and then. I wonder at the back of my head as to why I didn’t get “Anima sana in corpore sano” when Mr.Singhal pointed out that my South Indian accent had to be curbed. I kept quiet and took a shot to clear my mind –of espresso. At theatre, all this nostalgia, I guess, was translated into the act, with poor Asha getting hit with my imaginary high heels.

With so many thoughts, my brain got jammed every once in a while in the past week. But since I’m almost set in my new flat, I found my organizer and put pen to paper to prioritise tasks. How could I think of getting through an internship at NDTV without this tiny notepad at hand? With my mom gone, I need to wash, cook, clean and pedal my way to the institute daily. It is strange to see that I’m the only female on a bicycle. Though I find it a good investment, people seem to find it strange.

Living alone has its pros and cons. It makes me come so early to the institute that I drink chai with Dilip bhaiyya once the room’s cleaning is done. And if only people knew of the stench that emanates from the red carpet every morning! I wish everyone could avoid littering around the place to make it easier for the men to clean it up. On the other hand, my house still has water leaking down the roof. Well, to wake up and see peacocks on the beautifully vast terrace lined with flower pots, looking out to the forest enclave and Archana complex beyond, makes it worthwhile.

I have taken five hours around Delhi this Sunday to get five photos for Mr. Singhal.  I passed by India Gate today as though it were the Colosseum. Well, Delhi has become family in the end. So with my latte, I bid ciao (bye) to this week and say ciao (hi) to the one ahead.