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Here comes the time of...

… Indian Russian dolls!




That's what the rickshaw drivers look like in winter in Delhi...

Which brings me to my new Indian hardship: the cold.

A few weeks ago I mentioned the hell that the humid heat of the Andamans was. A few months ago I mentioned the hell that the 47 degrees of Delhi were. Well, now, I will talk about the hell that 3 degrees are.

I am led to believe that my 6 years in India have done very little for my spirituality because I am still not able to convince myself that no, I am not cold. My nose, my fingers and my toes are frozen all the time – this is of course the coldest winter in 40 years...

It takes me hours to get the motivation to take a shower (which implies to get undressed) and I even think twice before going to the loo... So here I am, unwaxed, dirty hair, wrapped in a shapeless Russian sweater, wearing ski socks and I don’t give a dam!! I am cold...

And no, Indian houses are not equiped with heaters. I could rent an electric heater but I'm leaving soon...


No, the big question is how people survived in Siberian gulags?

The advantage of winter in Delhi it is that there is less traffic - I dunno, maybe rickshaw drivers are too cold to work in the morning and evening? And my cat is glued to me (otherwise I can only dream of it).


To conclude, I must say that Delhi is an insane city. In fact you get to enjoy your living-room only a few weeks a year, the rest of the time you remain parked in your bedroom – the one room that you can cool or heat up! No need to take a big flat!


Ah I swear, life is tough ;)

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