madras

So. Having lived in Sri Lanka for a mammoth year and a half, one would assume that living in its subcontinental neighbour for just three months, especially where one spoke the language unlike in Sri Lanka, would be a relative walk in the park. Or if not exactly a breezy jaunt, then at least not angst-inducing. But a year in the developed world with every luxury and convenience to hand has simply marinaded me in my usual comfort expectations such that even taking a normal auto ride in the heat of noon amidst traffic and pollution of the Indian variety leaves me dazed and confused and utterly bereft of the will to live. Add to that spending one days in a sub-arctic airconditioned office researching, sleeping on a bed with a mattress of crushed stone, violently swatting at mosquitoes mid-dream, and worst of all, eating South Indian food (once is a novelty, twice is nice, more than that, Sri Lankan food it just ain't) ALL THE TIME has made me depressed. So, regardless of the cost, I am off. To Barista for a fake-latte but right now, even the semblance of espresso will have me up, and then back to work no doubt. (And of course it isn't as bad as all that, there're a great bunch of people here and lots of laughing at how insane India is, and everyone meddling in everyone else's business here and general Indian life, which is just on crack). Just a little dejected right now that's all, and looking forward to a long, hot, dry (of that OTHER variety too) summer.