A Bagel in Delhi, But it was no bagel or Deli to me

I arrived back in Delhi, this time knowing much of my way, and this time with a pretty solid goal.

Somehow I managed to find Kaz Haus Village, with little to no trouble this time. I had a bagel, which I certainly expected to be horrible, but as a boy from Brooklyn I felt I must try it, my expectations were correct. Little conversation with a fellow New Yorker. Finally great free wifi, where I was able to do everything necessary, most awesome.

Just a few days to do a little bit of what I hadn't done before, but ended up just walking and getting wifi, it wasn't so bad. It seemed nearly idillic, and it was time for me to go, my bag were all packed an I was ready to go, I said farewell to my most amazing and gracious hosts, I made my way to the subway which would take me to the newly completed (literally not even two weeks prior) airport train arrived, which after arriving at the airport I was greeted with a disaster. Let's just say that I ended having not technically a visa issue, but something exceedingly surprising, which ended up causing an incredible stir. The people from the airline didn't actually understand the problem, which made things worse for months and months to come. Well after getting back to Vivek's parents' home, and waiting for a bit out side, his father arrived and told me that he had had a feeling that I would be back that night, I jokingly remarked that things would have been much easier if he had just told me that in advanced. The next day was not fun at all, mostly lots of phone calls, but I did get to see Vivek's mother again, who I must say is a great conversationalist like her husband, but definitely different.

Well back to the airport and most things succeeded this time, I ended up hanging out with a Japanese guy from Sendai before boarding my kingfisher flight, which would eventually bring me to Australia, which we will speak of next time.

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Walking in circles that are never meant to be
Always going forward while climbing time
Feeling like you've gone no where
Encounters that would never have been
Different way
Different life
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I saw her on the train
She was looking at her moleskine
Possibly doodling away, maybe writing a story unheard
All I could think was that I somehow knew her
I kept looking up hoping to understand
We exchanged fleeting looks

Who was she, I had no idea
Her presence root in my mind the entire ride
I started to fear that she was worried about whom I am
I could get back to my reading all I could think of was her
I couldn't help myself, I had to keep looking at her
We were nearing nearing my stop

With great resolve I decided to alight with her
She got up, I followed, we walked side by side
I tried to get up the courage, I was about to ask who she was
And then...
She suddenly spoke, she inquired if we knew each other
We shared our mutual sense of familiarity
I walked her home
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