Talk to shop keepers while mimicking their own accent but confusing them with words like "bhaaji" for "sabzi" and "kaandaa" for "pyaaz".
Buy groceries, fruits and vegetables all by myself for the very first time and lug the bags home, almost breaking my arm.
Realize that I now have to make "grown-up choices and decisions" which are going to hurt like a bad burn.
Angst about that and whatever else comes my way (work, lack of a car, weather) to avoid thinking about the real issue at hand.
Give up on any pretense and cry in the auto, not caring that the auto driver is freaked.
Successfully push the issue under the carpet and plan a house party.
Buy a scarf and wrap it around myself to look like a terrorist every morning, while on my way to work.
Trade scary stories - who got mugged/ conned/ assaulted this week - over lunch.
All in a week's work. Making Delhi my own.
W00t!
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