One of the biggest things I miss here in firang-land are the desi flowers – y’know, jasmine and its sisters that are strung up on a piece of string to adorn your lovely tresses. I absolutely love having flowers in my hair and long for it whenever I wear saree (once in a blue moon event!) here. And I kick myself for all the times my gran used to ask me “shall I get you some flowers?” and I had replied in the negative because I was wearing jeans. (Jeans means no bindi, no flowers – Ethiraj College rule)
So this time when I was in Madras, I never said “no” when my gran asked her favourite question. What’s more, I even took a pic of a flower stall to remind me of what I am missing!
What do they call people like me? Oh yeah, glutton for punishment!
Also, well dressed
But its true, distance does make the heart grow fonder. i found myself pining for bangles once. and usually i feel irritated in them.
well dressed is right. oh i hate bangles too and guess what, this time i’ve bought myself only 3 dozen bangles!!! dont ask me when im gonna wear them!!!!
I could smell the flowers. Nice picture.
oh i love flowers in my hair. till the OA oneday told me it reminded him of the prostitutes outside the Taj in Mumbai. I was hopping mad. he apologised later and brought me back malli flowers by the dozen after that. still does!
HA HA HA!!! That man of yours is a hoot!!
Each time I go to the South Indian quarter here I buy an arm-length of malli for the prize sum of a pound. But a whiff of it is worth every single penny. Why do we long for things when we are far away from them?