Cityscapes 2

Every time I see a white person on the road, I have this incredible urge to walk up to him and ask if he resents the ending of apartheid, of having to feel like an equal where he was earlier a king.

I saw a sign behind the loo in the office which said 'Please flush the toilet after use'. Now that sort of freaked me out, because I thought that it was only Indians who forgot to flush. This only strengthens my faith that we are all the same, from India to South Africa, and all countries in-between.

I have also realised that I have very unfashionable winter clothes. I somehow managed the winter in London, using borrowed clothes from Karrie, and in Delhi I pretended that I didnt exist everytime a woman in a swish winter-set walked past, but Johannesburg has me feeling very small and inadequately dressed.

Cityscapes 1

I am in Johannesburg, and am loving every minute of the cold here. Which is strange. Because I have this love-hate relationship with cold weather. I hate them with a vengeance yet I await their return or a visit to a cold place like this city. But I love the cold here. This is different from Delhi. The air has a very cosy feeling that makes you want to wrap up yourself in a blanket, and read a book, which is what I plan to do tonight. I have already borrowed two books from Jake, the guest house owner, and oen of them is my dream of reading the newly-discovered Mary Russell series, the fiery feminist detective who works with Holmes and helps him crack his toughest cases.