I tried waxing my legs myself yesterday and failed miserably. Bloody hair wouldn't come out. Thanks to the scalding hot wax, I have a new scar to add to my collection, now!

Note to self: Leave it to the professionals.

I was born in Chandigarh. Lived almost all my life there. I remember crying my eyes out on the car ride to Delhi when we shifted in 2003. I hated this place, then.

But, I grew to love it in the 5 years I lived here. I made friends here who I know will stick by me in the toughest of times - and vice versa. I love that everything can be delivered home - from pizzas to groceries. I love that going for a drive here never means only having to listen to half a song. Hell, I even like the pollution and the noise!

Blame my innate Capricorn-ness or whatever, but I just can't live in quaint towns where everybody knows everybody. I like the fast-paced life of a city where I can be alone even in a crowd.

Home is where the heart is. And Delhi is home.

P.S. : This time when I got my eyebrows and upper lip done, I didn't sneeze even once. It's an amazing feat for me.