Whoa!

Whoa! What a Daiiiii. I didn't sleep much last night and went on striaght to the bathroom this morning. I wasn't feeling sleepy. First I got an NOC (No Objection Certificate) from my French teacher to sit for the exams (I had thought attendance might be a problem, as always :( ). Anyhow, I sat in the Alliance's library for a while but later left to get my cell phone recharged to Khan Market. The mornings at Khan Market are GRRREAT! Most of the shops are closed (apart from the coffee shops) and the golden sunshine falling on the old buildings and tree leave makes you wonder if this is what people call a perfect morning. Everyone knows Khan Market is an up market place to shop, mostly catering to the rich and famous of Delhi (I saw Priyanka Gandhi today, the other days I’ve seen Rohit Bal, Farroq Abdullah and the list goes on...). But my association with the place goes way back into my psyche. I’ve know this place since childhood. In those days Khan Market meant a nice evening meal after a nice evening spent at India Gate or any closer locality of interest. But the most I remember of Khan Market is for this...
The Annual Day of our school used to be a grand affair. I have seldom performed at Annual Day of my school and even more seldom got any prize or award. Our Annual Day function was usually held in a place called Guru Nanak Auditorium at the Qutab Institutional area. It would usually end late in the night, say around 9 or 10. My family along with the family of another girl who used to study in the same school and used to live closely would go to the Bengali Sweets shop at Khan Market. The day used to be full of joy as I didn't had to study or do other mundane jobs. The four of us would arrive in my father's scooter (Long live the Vespa) with me crushed between Dad in front and Mom in the rear. The Annual Day was mostly held in the month of December and it used to be cold especially when driving down the leafy Lutyen's Delhi. Mom would often cover me with her shawl during our ride from the auditorium to the market. I would just open my eyes to the traffic at the swanky market. Having a Papri Chat or a plate of Gulab Jamuns after a nice treat of Masala Dosa was a perfect end to the perfect day. I never knew Khan Market for any other reason until college, when I would randomly stop by to grab a burger or wedges at the newly opened McDonalds. I would also come by while randomly wandering around the city (which I used to love to do) to look for stylish people and imported cars. I still go for the same reason (and some good bookstores too). But I hardly think of the Bengali Sweets Shop now. The memories, just like the shop, have been lost in time...The place today houses two showrooms of multinational sportswear brands.