First night out in Delhi...
Another first: first night out 'as a couple' for my favorite Indian and me. After five years...
Small flashback. Sunday, in the swimming pool of Neemrana fort palace:
- You are French (in French in the text)?
- You dance the tango?
- You must come to our tangi meetings, twice a week!
Here is how my mother and I have met M., a very beautiful Indian lady in her sixties. Single, a daughter settled in the United States, managing a textile factory in Delhi, holidaying on the French riviera...
M. invites me the very next Tuesday for a small party on her terrace. I take on me and give up on an early night in my very comfy bed (and God knows how tired I am!): I have to go out and meet people. My favorite Indian supports me in this effort and agrees to come with me.
We arrive on a superb terrace in the fashionable district of Defence Colony. The guests arrive progressively. We get a 'feel young feeling' which is nice as our thirties are becoming dangerously close: the age average is very close to 60. My Indian has some success: There are three men for 20 women! Women who laugh when saying that the man of their life is their driver!!
Discussions of Indian desperate housewives: On such political woman. On the happiness of having a dog. On the Sunday mass with is celebrated in the church of the Vatican embassy. On the children who live in Singapore, in Australia. On the total fun of new forties (the sixties). On the zumba. On NGOs.
The whole thing with a music background: a guest has taken her guitar out and everyone sings in a good spirit!!
My Indian and I have ended up behind the bar. A place well indicated to break the ice and to get over the incongruity of the situation. And the ladies are enjoying their drinks!
A unique experience (one more). A dive in the middle of a society which I had no idea existed. And a lot of fun for my first 'outing' in Delhi!!