Sector 31, Gurgaon

Sector 31, gurgaon.

This is a very small market. Developed by HUDA in sector 31, gurgaon.

I love it cuz it had the old world charm of markets like the ones in chandigarh and in smaller cities. The laid back slow moving people all day, yet come evening the place is abuzz with young and old alike.

There are a few departmental stores, Spencers, Reliance Fresh and what not. Even a Next store (the electronics retail chain).

It has a Café coffee day and Om Sweets as the main eateries.

But that is not why we went there.

That day was specially earmarked for roadside food. Yay!

The background – Being brought up here in Delhi, by parents both big ‘foodies’, I have always loved the concept of street food. Be it gol gappe or bhel puri, bring it on, I’m forever ready for a bite! But he, on the othe,r has still not warmed up to the idea of standing out and eating. Not even sitting in the car and eating is acceptable. Funny, how different this is with us here, the dilliwalaas. So we have really not been eating on the streets too much.

I thought we’d take away, get home and eat. But he had something else in mind.

After polishing off the very hot and tasty bhelpuri, we walked around and settled upon the south Indian food kiosk (comfort food for my south Indian boyfriend’s soul).

From the multitude of options from there, I chose a plain rava dosa and he had a masala dosa. Standing right there.

The food was alright. Nothing to write home about (so I won’t even venture into reviewing that), but the experience was super. It is a tiny stall run by a south Indian family. The wife being the cook cum server cum manager cum accountant cum the customer care end of it with the husband being the cook. She knows hindi, the husaband, I doubt does. The small cart lit with only the gas lamp was sure a crowd magnet. A lot of people came up to get stuff packed with a string of students eating there besides us as well.

Food : * *

Ambience : * * *1/2

Service : * * *1/2

Overall experience : * * * 1/2

p.s. : his thoughts post the meal – so now we have done your street food also. And yes, because of the weather, the experience was not bad at all.

I am touched.

What better start to a day...

I love how the curtains in my our room flutter, right in the morning
What better start to a day..
I love the sunlight streaming in, right in the morning
What better start to a day..
I love finding him next to me, right in the morning
What better start to a day...

I love to see his face light up when he looks at me, right in the morning
What better start to a day...

Routine - 1

Though it feels like forever, but a finger count tells me otherwise. It’s only been about 3 weeks that we’ve been living together. As in, after I have officially moved in.

And life is good.

Damn good.

We have fallen into a routine. Thank God for that. Though I goof up, once in a while and don’t wake up in time for work. But other than that we’re sorted. At least in this respect.

This is how our day unfolds.

For me

Stupid alarm disturbing my peace

At 6 in the morning

For even more stupider walk/jog/run

Need to lose weight

Shut up, erm, hit snooze

It’s 6.30

Still time for the stupid walk/jog/run

Still need to lose weight

Still shut up/ snooze

It’s 7

I need my sleep

Shut the F up, wouldja?

It’s 7.30

Dammit, we’re late

Scramble outta the bed. Rush to the bathroom, brush in the mouth, rush to the closet, he’s laughing at me, I smile back- trying hard to keep the brush in mouth, rush back to the bathroom.

Life still is good.

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I'm home, sweetheart

I like getting back home before he does. It’s like I like to have my space and all that. It’s good to come back to an empty house which is only mine. No need for any polite conversations, no qualms about am-I-invading his privacy. Nothing at all. Just silence, my house and I. I love that.
I like cooking at that time. Because it gives me time to dish out something good for him. A good meal can do wonders at the end of a tiring, tiring day. Also a massage, but a good meal too does that. After all you gotta feed your man well, no? *wink.

I like catching up on my random saas-bahu serials then. Yea, yea I dig those. There’s nothing to beat their scheming. Nothing can take away a whole day’s tiredness than those.

I also like to go take a walk downstairs. It’s nice a refreshing. And god knows I need those walks more than anyone else as of now, what with my chocolates and hide-n-seek binging everyday.

I like hearing the door bell ring and the voice that accompanies, " I'm home, sweetheart".

I like getting back home before he does.

over, are they?

It’s six thiry, and he’s not here yet. I am concerned about my chhole, waiting for me, back there. Guess, I’ll call up and ask him to go ahead, I’ll get back home. I have things to do.

Called him.

He’s getting back home too. Doesn’t want to go either. Guess the wild party days are over for us.

Or are they? ;)

What plans for tonight?

Al : What plans for tonight?

Nee : *pause

Nee : *have to make chhole(he likes ‘em). What to do about bhature? I’ll order, maybe.

Nee : umm, you tell me.

Al : N______ called. They’re playing at HRC tonight, want to go?

Nee : Ya sure, let’s go. * what would I do about the chhole that were boiled in the morning, but not in the fridge. Dammit. Would get spoilt by the time we return. When would be return, I was thinking of hitting the bed by ten!!

Are gone the days

When what plans for tonight

Made me wonder about the

Movie

Restaurant

Pub

We going to

When plans had

More to do with

Alcohol n dancing

Than with

What’s not in the fridge..

And rotting?!

Not all's gone, my dear friends.

Whatever said and done

It's still a date

at least till the clock strikes ten!