DilliMeriJaan

Feeling of being replaceable, is one of the hardest feeling to accept. When i joined my present organisation, i replaced a girl, who had been there for three years. She was loved. People told me how lovely she was and how they would miss her. Her supervisor disagreed and so she had to leave. I joined in her place. I entered her room, with a thumping heart. She knew she would have to hand over her work to me, her room, her laptop, her three years in the organisation. She would have to hand those over to me formally, in a neat file, all tied and secure. She would have to teach me things that she used to do and had learnt the hard way. Things about how to work effectively with others, how to get their respect and love. She would have to teach me tricks - what is the best time to approach this person and when should one avoid the other. She would have to help me understand how it works - and then leave it all and go. She smiled. Warmly. From eyes to her heart. She said "Welcome...

I love Delhi. Even in summers. When the sun burns you in the day. And the mosquitoes bite at night. That's when the different flowers of Delhi get active and start colouring the city. It starts with the red Gulmohars, which set the streets on fire with their unabashed redness. These gave way to the yellow Amaltas. Streets and streets of yellow trees - obscuring the green leaves and threatening to blind you with their brightness. Not as prevalent, but in the many parks and gardens of Delhi, white and pink Plumeria ( or Frangipani) bloom through most of summer. Other white and fragrant flowers, fill the night air and make your head dizzy with romance, despite the buzzing mosquitoes and trickling sweat. Bel or Stone Apple trees bear fruit in summer too. The ripe fruit smells sweet - to some - and nauseating to others. I can smell a ripe Bel fruit the whole day and be happy. Mulberries are common in Delhi, during summers. As our Jamuns ( Black Plums). The thought of buying Mulberri...