March of the Dust Biters

I spent most of last month out of town. A week spent in Delhi, a life-changing one. Then another between Mirzapur and Varanasi for my first cousin's (on one side of the family) wedding, a very unusual affair insofar as family weddings go. Then another 2 days in Calcutta for another first cousin's (the other side of the family) wedding, a more or less typical affair with aunts desperate to seem me tying the knot too.

A common streak in both the weddings I attended though was my extended family's general reaction to my appearance which attached itself to the word 'hippie'. My well-crafted moustache was sacrificed to escape the interminable conversations it was being made the centre of, quite literally even. Many would have been the faces that would have lit up had I also shortened my hair.

But its all good. I have secured invitations to and places to stay at in at least 10 different countries and made my favourite younger cousin try charas as per her wish. Plus, it gave me a much needed break from work.

But before any of this, while still in Delhi, I took what is perhaps the biggest step in my life so far. So I am going to be one woman's man from now on. Give it a serious shot, if nothing else. No reason why I shouldn't be able to do it, eh? In the end, it better fucking turn out real swell, damnit!. Ah, the long march towards uncertain times... :P