The weather in Doha was at it’s ficklest.
Erratically cloudy and dusty.
Swelteringly hot and humid one minute and surprisingly un-hot (can’t call it “cool” yet!) the next.
The day Dr J left Doha, the city seemed to be in a glum mood.
Dark and threatening to pour.
Alas, no such thing transpired.
J left Doha without seeing the first rains of winter.
Without getting her knits and cardigans out of the closet.
Without unwrapping her boots from the “shoe cupboard”.
Without putting the water- heater on in the mornings again.
Without switching off the AC before going to bed.
She landed in Bangalore with storms and lashing rain chasing her.
A week of rain preceded her arrival.
The smell of damp earth and the sight of wet grass welcomed her.
The air smelled of smoke and incense.
And filter coffee.
And slightly musty.
And very familiar.
It smelled like HOME!
Doha is where Dr J’s current home is situated. But Bangalore will always be “HOME”!
A place of comfort and solace.
Unfamiliar at times due to time spent away, yet oddly intimate and familiar.
So, what does J do on her first two days’ home?
Have authentic masala dosa (Spiced rice and lentil, fermented crepe with potaotes) and filter coffee.
Visit a salon!
Having visited several “parlours” and “beauty centers” at Doha, and having to pay absurd amount of Rials for substandard and sometimes downright atrocious service- it was a welcome change.
Dr J visited an upscale salon, paid less than 100 QAR (1500 INR) for service that would have cost me at least 500 QAR at a not-so-fancy beauty center at Doha!
And yes… She can walk on the streets again!
On the downside though, she achingly misses the sea…….
And someone else…
Till next time…