I met Ranjana after a long time. We sat and talked like old times while my group moved around in Delhi. It was decided that I would meet them after they finished visiting Qutub Minar.
Ranjana offered to drop me somewhere near Karol Bagh Market and my friends decided that they would come there so we can go to the YHAI hostel. Our train to Dehradun was at mid-night from the Nizammudin station. It was still 6:00 PM on the clock and we had time to kill. I miss Amsterdam, I really do. And I miss it more because of the family.
Its occasionally when I meet the family in Delhi, I re-live the life I once had.
Ranjana dropped me till Karol Bagh market and also met the rest of the gang. We really did not have a plan except go back the hostel, rest a little and then have a small dinner and catch the train to Dehradun. The whole plan was to be adjusted within the next 6 hours we had too much of it in our hand.
Ranjana offered us to show Karol Bagh market where we could taste the famous Delhi chat. We turned our cars in Karol Bagh market. The market was packed with the Sunday crowd. There was no place to park the cars. We drove around a little bit before finally giving up.
It was difficult to imagine that there was a bomb blast in Diwali 3 years ago. We did find a Pakoda eatery nearby. We packed pakodas for later and bid ranjana goodbye. As there was nothing we could think of and we had already walked a lot in the hot sun, we decided to go to the hostel again.
It had been a busy day. But we always pack so much into so little. The last Dalhousie trip was quite hectic and on the schedule. This one was no different but this time we did not walk.
We came back to the hostel and everybody after freshening up just went to the bed. Some slept, some didn’t but no one had the energy left for planning the dinner. When we finally thought of dinner, we decided to look near Nizammudin Station.
At 10:00 we finally decided to start for the station. We were at the station at around 11:00 PM and we still had one hour to kill We found a cafe near the station and had a light snack. It was time for the train to Dehradun.
It was to Mussoorie next. Away from the very hot Delhi weather. The Nizamuddin-Dehradun AC Express isn’t the best train and nowhere compared to Rajdhani but when we wanted to spend the night comfortably and with total exhaustion, we really were not in mood to complain.
As the train chugged out of Delhi, we got ready to sleep for Mussoorie.
Tomorrow was to be a big day!