Chandni Chowk continued to enmate its flavor. While A and I were whizzing around Delhi checking countless things off our list, My Mom and aunts visited CC on their own many times. And each time, they brought back a haul!
I think of Chandni Chowk as the mixture in which our wedding marinated. The flavor, the amazing taste and the phenomenal little touches that we had at the events, came from here. From setting foot in this amazing market once a year to making a trip there every second day was quite a change, but I am glad I got to experience the authentic ‘delhiness’ of the place, and that we were shopping in a place so steeped in history. Countless generations of brides must have shopped here before me, and countless will after me. Continue reading
There is a connection A and I have with Chandni Chowk. There is a chapter dedicated to this place in our love story and it is a place we remember with great fondness. So before I begin to chronicle my shopping saga in Chandni Chowk, I had to give over a post just to the significance it holds in the history of our relationship. Continue reading
Unlike Karol Bagh, Lajpat Nagar market is very familiar to me. I grew up visiting this market a lot, and I know it like the back of my hand.
A and I also have some history with this place. All through college, this had been one of my favorite shopping destinations. I loved buying clothes from here and I still have some very pretty tops in my closet that I got from there (One of them is a karva chauth present from A… we did the secret karva chauth fasts the right way, with gifts and all :p). I have also done my fair share of shoe shopping here – always loved the pretty sandals I would find. And the junk jewelry!
Days into our arrival, we had gone off to Punjab to wrap up some serious gift shopping from there. We had gone to Ambala with the aim of buying Sagan presents for A’s family. Since we had family in Ambala, it was an easy trip. Plus, I love the drive from Delhi to Punjab… the lush green fields, the little towns on the way… it’s all so very very charming!
I remember stopping at Sukhdev Dhaba on the way – we had the yummiest paranthas ever. Once in Ambala, we had amazing gol gappas, pastries, tikki, lime soda and all other street food. Loved each bite!!
Karol Bagh is one of the larger markets of Delhi, and is a must-visit wedding- shopping destination. I did not have much history with Karol Bagh. I didn’t really visit it in my university days, and hardly ever went there in my childhood. I did, however, make a bunch of trips there for the wedding, and so that is how it is imprinted in my brain.
(I had started off this blog entry with the intention of writing about our shopping trips, but somehow I ended up writing about the first time we visited Noida after 4 years!)
The mayhem had reached a peak. Dad had flown in a couple of days ago, and had expected to be on the road right away with the wedding invitations. He was in for a shock! The cards were not ready, and it was less than a month to the wedding.
Of course, the onus was on me and Mom, and we had to explain exactly how it was that we had not been able to manage this. I huffed and puffed, and told him that he’s welcome to it, and that’s how it became my Dad’s problem.
There really isn’t, is there?
All I can say in my defense is that I am running. Happily running, but running indeed.
Running a career, running a home. I really am loving each day of my newly wedded bliss but my poor blog bears the brunt!
I’m putting an end to this now. I know that time is made, not found. And so – I commit myself to a new blog update every 2 days.
(Vowed by thevowsand beyond)
If someone were to ask me what was the greatest frustration I encountered during the whole mad rush to the pheras, I would know in a heartbeat.
It was my ‘cardwallah’.
Where everything else was moving like clockwork, this was the one aspect of wedding planning that drove me up the wall. The last time I was in that card shop, I remember a whole lot of yelling.
This is the story of the wedding cards: