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Sambhar at Notting Hill.

It was one of those moments where you can look back and say, ‘Ah, that was fun!’

I spent yesterday with two of Mr.R’s friends at their home in Notting Hill while Mr.R had other things to do. Skeptical at first, because these two were complete strangers to me, I reached Notting Hill on tentative toes, thinking of Julia Roberts and the blue door. The movie is a bonus because it has two favorites – Julia Roberts and Ronan Keating’s songs.

Anyway, I digress. The morning went very pleasantly indeed. Shopping in Kensington was more of a pleasure than I imagined. There is a BIG difference when two women shop and when there’s a man around 😉

We women walk into shops, browse through and can walk out again, without buying anything. That’s the joy of shopping, which somehow men with their ok-you’ve-got-what-you-want-can-we-go-now logic can’t enjoy. A pity. We did do a bit of buying and good VFM stuff too. I was very pleased with the outcome of the little jaunt.

Lunch was just yum! Hot rice, sambhar, pickle and curd. I can’t explain how I felt when I smelt that sambhar! It was being home again! There’s something about wholesome home cooked food that makes one feel nostalgic! And one can easily tell the difference between home food and hotel food. There’s that extra magic that comes when stuff is made at home by a reasonably good cook.

I had a great weekend actually. It was refreshing to hear Hindi the way MW’s speak it. Saturday evening we spent with an Indian family here, discussing old hindi movies and Amitabh, over samosas, kachories and chai.

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On the way back yesterday, on the train, a couple who I could not see, were having an intense, loud,conversation. In Malayalam. I don’t know the language. But I know enough to identify it. Seemed so strange there. So out of place among the other accents and varieties of English. And yet, nobody batted an eyelid. Mumbai is also like this. Turn a ear and you’ll hear a new language every 10 meters. The mind-boggling number of Indian languages, a smattering of foreign accents and dialects that can leave you playing a guessing game as to their origins. Very interesting.

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Mr.R took me to the local Library the other day. I wasn’t so keen, was just being lazy, but I’m SO glad I went! They have a very nice collection of books. We brought a few back home and perhaps tomorrow, we can bring some more. Books, books and more books! Yea!

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If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
J. R. R. Tolkien (1892 – 1973)

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