I’m so happy that we got to spend some time driving around New Delhi before our flight back home. It was such a busy time that I didn’t think we will still be able to see something of the city. Thanks to our guide who took us to Connaught Place, and this bookstore which according to him is the oldest one in New Delhi.
I grabbed the opportunity of buying these books that have been forever on my list but never got. Honestly, I’m proud of myself. Haha! Got books by Indians from India. I’m sure not many could say the same. As to reading these anytime soon, that remains to be a dream.
New Delhi, or India for that matter, is probably not the place I would choose to go to for leisure if it were up to me. My experience there was not exactly the best. The cuisine wasn’t a favourite, safety was an issue, and the general air not exactly for the faint at heart. But then leisure was not the purpose. I did what I went to do. All in all it was a huge blessing. I did experience India, the little I saw of its wonders was enough given the time and the pace of our task there. That’s why I hold on to this moment I went to Connaught Place and saw two bookstores and got some books because this was one of the highlights of my trip.
I dunno if I will ever choose to go back on my own volition. Maybe. Given the money, time and a good country-side spot, maybe. The air, without the pollution, is cool, and the people have this easy way of bouncing back from bad to good. It wasn’t all bad, really. If nothing else, it made me somewhat prouder of my own country.