Yesterday while gulping hot momos in a mall in Gurgaon, I was suddenly struck by how similar many of the younger girls looked. It’s possible that I am older and therefore jealous of these nubile young things, and find ways of dismissing them entirely. But on a more serious note, I have trouble telling them apart. But even that is alright.
I know that there is a reason why you have a generation gap. Time, change blah blah. But perhaps the gap sometimes shrinks, especially around the years in which so much changes, that in two years an entire city can be constructed or can morph into something else.
On the other hand, Delhi can bring out the most aggressive in me. My body language changes, my tone is sterner, I am less forgiving and more annoyed with people. This poor chap for instance, waiting for someone annoyed me to hell. Why would anyone wear a shirt that says just “Single” on it. It’s not even followed by something cheesy or smart. Plus, he was wearing yellow shorts. He really wasn’t doing anything evil. I wondered if he’d put on lots of weight and wear a “Double” tshirt.
And then, I put it all down to unresolved jetlag and general astonishment. Poor chap. Hopefully he won’t be single for too long, if that’s what he wants. I really shouldn’t have glared at him.