Finally after a gap of more than 2 years, I finally landed in Mumbai. The return flight started eventfully. I had taken so many chocolates that my luggage was over the limit and then I had to dump all those chocolates back there in Amsterdam. Imagine almost 5-6 Kgs of chocolates lying in a bin on the Schipol Airport in Amsterdam. I should have checked the weight of the baggage before leaving.
The whole time I spent in Amsterdam airport dumping chocolates. Finally when I boarded the plane, I was totally frustrated. The plane to Zurich was again a bumpy ride. If you are traveling through Zurich and need to take a connecting flight to an International destination, a piece of advice for them. Do not carry too much weight on your shoulders. It hurts. The transition from Amsterdam to Zurich flight to Zurich to Mumbai flight goes through a lot of winding roads. By the time I checked in for the Mumbai flight, my shoulders were soar from carrying the laptop.
My seat in the plane to Mumbai again had problem with not able to recline back. The good thing was they were showing “Breakfast at Tiffany”, a movie I have been waiting for a long time to see and was searching desperately.
I had told mom that I was coming on the 8th December. She gets tensed when I become a little late. Also it would have been a nice little surprise for her. The only person who knew that I was coming was Sandeep and he took over the responsibility of dropping me home. Imagine my frustration when I did not find him there. I called up a couple of friends only to learn that he was late. I almost thought that he would forget. He should thank god that he did not!
While riding back to my home, I felt a pang of hunger. It was already past midnight and I was wondering what to do. Then I realized that I was in Mumbai, the city that never sleeps. I am sure that I would find something to eat and I did. I had masala dosa packed. I had Masala dosa after more than two years and even though it was not crispy and the best, it was still good.
When we reached near my house, I was surprised about the changes the area had gone or maybe I had stopped remembering everything that it appeared to have changed a lot. The surprise and the smile on Mom’s face was worth the efforts taken to keep the return date a secret. Everything appeared so changed and so different that I am still trying to come in terms with it.
The next day when I came out in the balcony to see vendors and people walking near the building, it was a signal that I really was in India. Back in Amsterdam, the streets are quite and of course no vendors in the street. But here the roads are bustling with activity, the city seems alive. The heat thankfully is not that intense like in summers but its still more than Amsterdam. It will take some time to adjust.
The moment I walked out of the Airport, the heat hits me on my face. After two years I am sweating just standing around. I had arrived in Mumbai!
Yesterday was at home for most of the day. At lunch had Bhakri chutney, a staple diet in Maharahstra. Bhakri is a kind of bread like roti but harder and thick and made of Nachni (i don’t know the English name). Chutney is grinded mixture of coconut, green chilies and garlic. Having hot bhakri and hot chutney is what I call heaven. I cannot make bhakri in Amsterdam because I cannot get the flour there.
Today I plan to go to office and start my process for going back, already. Two years have changed a lot of things here and a lot of me too. I am catching up with lot of old friends and acquaintance and still trying to get a grip of being in India.
Another good thing is Mom is happy and the menu now is according to my wish! Sahi!
Today’s menu, fish!