Yes, I am. In exactly 20 days from now, I will be on that flight to Calcutta and I can’t think of much else. Except of course a car that I have grown to love and launching which here in Malaysia will probably be the highest point of the last 5 years that I have been working. If it goes well. And hell, it will.
So yes, while the first thought when I think of this vacation can’t not be food – insane amounts of mutton curry, paneer, daal, fish curry and bhindi, roti like it should be, elaichi chai that appears on the dining table when you laze out of your room at 8 in the morning, poori, aalu paratha, and vada pav, the other thing right up there on my agenda is shopping. Yes, I have friends telling me KL is awesome to shop. It is, no doubt. Only I don’t wear most of the clothes they sell here. Somewhere down the line from a clumsy, badly dressed teenager and a horribly dressed 20-something, I suddenly seem to have developed some sort of “personal style” (ha. ha.). Who would have thought! I mean I have been picking up random stuff here but nothing that really makes me crazy. No handlooms, no khadis, linens that I can ill afford. I am beginning to like this place, but you get the best clothes in India. Clothes that I can carry, afford, and love. Anokhi, Cotton Cottage, Cotton World, Fab India, Swasha, Linking Road, Causeway – drool.
If you have anything to add, places in Bombay that will let me shop enough for the rest of the year (good, not exorbitant stuff), let me know. I can. Not. Wait.