Neil, a lifelong
He picked me up at Sunny’s a few hours after my tour of Old Delhi. The car’s air-conditioning was in full effect, and I immediately knew I was in for a rare hassle-free evening. Neil suggested a good head massage would help to relax me, so we headed toward the salon he and his wife frequent. We got to know each other during the ride, and I was thankful to be seeing more of the city given my limited time.
I was due for a shave, and after 20 minutes and one painful application of after shave later, my face felt as soft as a baby’s bottom. The head massage with olive oil came next. At one point, the guy strapped a massage machine to his hand which caused his fingers, and in turn my scalp, to vibrate like crazy. Despite my lack of hair, I didn’t protest Neil’s suggestion for a shampoo given all the oil rubbed into my skull. To my surprise, my head was left feeling just as soft as my face.
We drove back to Neil’s home where I was introduced to Shivain, his new 6-month old son, and Shruti, his wife. They had a beautiful home, and I felt lucky to be given such a warm welcome. After more conversation, and a baby feeding, we went to dinner at Swagath, voted
Neil and I shared a “moderately” spicy Mangalorean fish dish (Mangalore is a city on the southwest coast of
I capped off the night with a live viewing of the Euro 2008 final from at Regent’s Blues. The bar was filled with young Indians imbibing their share of alcohol and rooting for