Then there are the things one had forgetten, the street dogs' incessant barking all night long, this is their revenge for being treated like vermin all day long, they certainly have the last laugh. This is interspersed with the security guard who patrols the compound an in a ridiculously hopeless attempt to keep the noise down, by blowing a whistle and smashing his stick against the metal railings, all night long! The irony is lost on him.
Just after dawn, as one is finally managing to drift off into a deep sleep, the birds start with their chorus, living right next to the ridge, one of the greenest areas in Delhi, their song is prolific. This is shortly followed by bursts of laughter, groups of people laughing, really? Then out of the slumber, I remember. People three times my age, actually, I feel much younger than I am, so perhaps just twice my age, have already been up, spent half an hour walking around the park and are now indulging themselves in a session of laughter yoga, what a fabulous start to the day, for them and for me. Delhi welcomes me home.
Posted 5th November 2013 by Philippa Kaye