“Oh hello, Mrs Sprightley!” “Oh hello, Sugar!”
“Would you like some tea?” “Yes! With a drop of lemon in it.”
“Oh! And something to go with it?” “Some cookies please.”
Back in December 2020, when I was still in Mumbai, Komal and I would enact this famous exchange from K3G in a British accent that we could manage and have a good laugh! Two months and two flight cancellations later (thx to CORONA), I AM here, in England, in my cute little room. Finallyyyy, Lovelyyyyyy!
12 hours of flight and 2 hours of road journey later, I reached the cold and rainy Sheffield only to meet with some of the warmest and most welcoming folks. From the friendly Pakistani cab driver, who told me he has been living in Manchester since 1985, driving me through serene towns and countryside, telling names and norms of the places, to the God-sent Nan, a student from Thailand who helped me carry my heavy bags to my room, or my classmates, Carlyn and Meilany, who I’ve only virtually met until now, dropping off groceries yesterday. I think I am starting to like the city a little. Onwards and upwards! Cannot control the excite!
January and February in Pune were the most hectic but super fun. My course began, on zoom, and I started living from novel to novel, writing and reading every single day. There was a weekend trip to Bhima with friends, then there was a week where mom and dad tested positive for Covid, and recovered. All this while, Apmg and I roamed around meeting new friends. And of course, the grand wedding of my best one in Davangere. What a memorable time! Some snaps from all of that –
Nothing more to say this week. Can’t wait to explore Sheffield on foot as soon as my stupid quarantine is over. Also hoping to get back to blogging here regularly. Ciao!