I just heard Mohit Chauhan's Tune Jo Na Kaha from New York. This is the first time in the last two months that I've heard a song worth writing about. True, I've been out of touch with Hindi music a little, but even so. I really liked this song, with its soulful, touching words.
It's funny, how Delhi is drying up, how the monsoon refuses to arrive back home, and here it's been raining almost all week, with the rain not stopping even for long enough for me to take a short walk outside. I've been spending more time in the gym all week.
I never before saw a man go out of his way to hold a door open for a woman. A couple of days back, as I was walking to the gym, which is in a different building in the same apartment complex, I was just outside the building and fishing for the keys to the building in my pocket. And this guy who happened to be in the corridor, walked all the way to the door and held it open. I thought he's opened it because he wanted to come out. Then he told me he didn't, he was just opening it for me. He said that no gentleman wants to see a lady fishing for her keys in the rain. I was slightly dazed. I think that kind of chivalry is fast dissolving into nothingness these days. It's great, however, to see a glimpse of it every now and then.