I was talking to my friend, Mohan just days before the recent Deepavali. We met in April at the IFTDO 2013 this year in New Delhi through the President of an association that I belong to. He’s doing well at his new job and have been asking George and I to make that trip over to his place which is Kerala.
The truth is, I do miss India, at least all the good memories I had of this unique country. I miss the unique sights of the buildings, the dusty roads, the exotic historical sites and the street food. The trip was not that long. The team and I spent close to a week enclosed in the hotel attending meetings, workshops and networking sessions. The only time we were able to go out and see the city was in the evening. We hired a taxi and drove to several places. Sarojini market was one of my favourites and so was Delhi Haat or Dilli Haat. The sight, sound and smell of these places are just so unique.
Sarojini Market consists of rows upon rows of buildings with family-owned businesses. Beautifully crafted shoes, garments, household items, sweet shops and many more shops selling exquisite sarees are what I remember this place for. This is not forgetting fresh fruit sold by the roadside.
(Top)Street food. Those are chicken and lamb meat balls fried in ghee. The smell was just so wonderful.
These boys called out to me from inside the shop in Bahasa Malaysia! Caught me by surprise that they would recognize a Malaysians among the gadzillion people passing the shop.
The roadsides of the market are really humbling. We saw displaced people setting up their night tents and I wondered what would happened if it rains…
(Top) The famous Delhi Haat
(Top)In the compound of Country Inn, Mathura, Uttar Pradesh
(Top)Old ruins in Agra.
(Top) Local traffic police
…and the piece de resistance…
(Top) With the rest of the delegates across the lawn of the beautiful Taj Mahal. My previous entry on this is here.