This past week, I have been home alone.
The spouse and the kittens have all gone to Kolkata, and I'll be joining them in a few days, when my College will deign to give us our Diwali Holidays.
The first few days were miserable.
I was buried under an avalanche of semester-end exam papers to be corrected. Correcting bad exam papers, paper-after-paper, for nearly 500 papers always give me a feeling similar to a bad bout of influenza. I feel feverish, my neck and back ache, my eyes feel dry and blinky, and in my sleep I toss and turn in nightmares.
Then I really had a flu onset and a stomach upset.
Then I had a cleaning frenzy, fighting against every particle of dust that dared to enter the flat.
Gradually, I settled down. Watched back-to-back-back movies all evening-night, slept way past afternoon, curled up on the sofa eating lemon tarts and drinking jaljira-spiked (Diet) Cokes, dipped my feet in warm water-with-lavender-bath-salts.
And, of course, I went out.
To work, boringly.
To other places, excitingly.
Strolled at Carter Road and window-shopped at Linking Road.
Discovered a tiny shop called Shimmer at Atria Mall that sells tops and tunics in the most lovely understated shades.
Picked up vintage maps and posters from Philips Images in SoBo.
Chatted with an old, smiley-bearded painter outside Jehangir Art Gallery and bought some tiny sea-scape watercolours.
Browsed through the Museum and Museum Shop and marvelled at our handicrafts.
Just as I was warming up to the experience, it is nearing its end. And really, I am so looking forward to being with them all again. And being back in Kolkata for my annual nostalgia pilgrimage.
Ah well, time flies...
