It is a little over a month that I am here in London and surprisingly I haven’t missed much of my many past years in India (read Mumbai and Pune), and I still am not – I am not going through any of those home sick kind of feelings, not yet at least. Nonetheless, during nothing-to-do times, certain things keep calling me back home, all of which may really sound absurd and evidently they are: The Hindi Galis – I really really miss the hard hitting, punching, and one-tight-slap-like our vernacular galis. It seems like it has been ages that I have heard the real Maa-Bhen stuff, or even used my favourites “chu…” and “IZ” tags. There are no street fights here, no any careless crossing of roads and hence no furious drivers, no frustrated rickshaw drivers or bus conductors, and thus the tedium. Chinese ka gadi – I have loved the food here, especially the bakery items, the yoghurts (the Greek style one is just yummy), and most of the non-veg stuff. However, at times I pine for the tangy
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