My day in Delhi

I wanted to tell you about my days, as I find it very amusing. Mornings are always the best part of the day. I wake up by the hard knocking on the door - the cleaning lady is coming. She comes every morning to do the dishes and to clean our rooms. Then after having quick cold shower (we don’t have warm water), I go outside across the street to the small shop to buy milk and bread. It’s very sweet - the shop owner and his little son, they always welcome you by shaking hands and smiling. Haa, smiling! Then sometimes I go around the corner of the same street to fetch my clothes from dobby-wallah (the guy who washes our clothes). He is ironing the clothes right there, on the street, on a small table. Hmm, then we have the breakfast on our balcony, while observing the busy life of our small street, vegetable and fruit sellers, some people rushing to work, children begging money, some people wiping the street (when doing so they have their faces covered to protect from heavy dust). I think our street is fun, people seem quite easy-going and cheerful. After breakfast me and the Belgium girl, we leave the house together to either catch a bus or take auto-rickshaw. Today we took a bus, god, it was crowded, like 100 people in the same bus, only Indian men and then us, 2 white girls. But eventually we got the seats, so it wasn’t too bad. And when your stop comes, then you have to jump out of the bus because the bus really never stops. But it’s lot of fun. Mornings are nice part of the day. Then when reaching work and cheerfully saying “Good morning”, my mood starts going down. No smiling, no laughing, nothing here in the office, just grumpy people..

There are 2 books that everyone who goes to India (especially Delhi) should read beforehand:
William Sutcliffe “Are you experienced?” (more fun)
William Dalrymple “City of Djinns” (more serious)