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Well I am back from my holiday and just raring to go (not!)
Funny how kids are so resilient. The moment they came in, they badgered me to give their gift- the Titan watch that R Mami gave them and the rail museum paper weight that R Mama gave them and rushed out of the house into the neighbour's house to show their spoils off!
While the kids did this, all eager and excited to be back, we were lying / sitting feeling exhausted- the Husband making noise at the sorry state of the house and getting back to his beloved blackberry and I was feeling all exhausted and ready to hold a pity party and generally feeling that I should have stayed there for some more time.
Of course, nothing like home- your own room/ cupboard/ bed but nothing like being on a holiday with relatives. I could really do this for ever- have the whole wintry day ahead of me- peppered with breakfast, lunch, dinner, gossip, languishing in the sun lit garden, having a host of cooks and helps to do your bidding and someone to run around with the kids as they go wild rolling on the grass.
And the icing on the cake- some shopping thrown in- I finally managed to do Dilli Haat though I found it a disappointment- maybe because I was not in a buying mode and because I can get these at any of the dastakari exhibitions that happen every year in Kalakshetra.
It was a long holiday but not a moment to spare. I couldn't do any of the things that I had planned to do. Except the Dilli haat and taking the kids on the metro.