jojo. in transit.

winter in delhi means
STOLES aka what I’m wearing above. A big part of why I love India is because I get to play dress up EVERYDAY. This is my wintertime shy and demure, good Indian girl disguise. Also, I’m in love with Bindis and I don’t care. I will wear them for as long as I can get away with it (same goes for saris!)

Winter in Delhi also means LAYERS. You’re freezing in the auto on the way to school (or wherever), but by noon you’re sweatin’ like nuts. It’s good to have layers you can peel away or apply as necessary. It’s also confusing because your house/apartment/flat can get ridiculously frigid, but outside will be much warmer because of the sun. I’ve tricked myself into thinking that it’s REALLY cold out only to discover when it’s too late, that the fleece leggings under my salwars were in fact, an awful idea.

Winter in Delhi also means TOE SOCKS. And ok, not the cool funky kind you had in 5th grade (or now, whatever) but toe socks that isolate ONLY the big toe haha. Made for you guessed it, wearing your favorite sandals (chapals) in the winter! Because who wants to buy closed toe shoes or boots when spring is just around the corner. Winter has been colder than I expected, but as soon as it started getting colder, I fled to Sri Lanka and South India for 2ish-3ish weeks. And now that I’m back in Delhi, I swear that it’s warmer already and “winter” is headed out  Word on the street is that February is beautiful, much like October and November, so I’m PUMPED.

For the curious..and not so curious, I’m still on break! WOOHOO. I’ve been back in Delhi for a few days and I’ve just been visiting with friends who are in town and chilling. I’ve seen one too many movies already. Did anyone like the first Sherlock Holmes better or is that just me? And surprisingly, I enjoyed Mission Impossible 4. Who knew? Over the breaks from school I read a book called “Chase the Wind” which I was thoroughly embarrassed to be carrying around as the cover looks like a trashy romance novel. (But it wasn’t one, honest) It was a historical fiction novel OOOH! with yes, a romantic spin. I picked it up at our hotel in Mirissa, Sri Lanka to read on the beach. It was pretty ridiculous and no, not good literature, but it was entertaining. Its biggest flaw, I thought, was all the talk about “the moors” and this girl Miriam’s character being as untamed as the moors. I was like blah blah blah, I’m pretty sure I read this before and it was called WUTHERING HEIGHTS. get original, please. Maybe, I’ll review it. HAHA. And as it turns out, the book was part 2 in a saga of a number of books—like 5 or 8 or something. SEE HERE I may need to continue. Anyway, I finished the book in Kerala and traded it in for some other unknown random novel which I may or may not finish. I started reading it and in the first chapter it mentioned “the moors” several times as well! And I was like goodness gracious! Of course, it made several references to Wuthering Heights and the author showed that it was aware of itself and possibly what the reader may have been thinking. I don’t think that makes it any better though haha. Anyway, today I got ANOTHER book that actually looks a bit more promising! It’s set in Kerala right before the Tsunami of 2004. I hope it’ll be a good read. MY DAD’S COMING IN like THREE DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!