Nani, Her Doc, & Our Two Delhis

Each morning, our apartment receives two versions of one of Delhi's leading newspapers, The Hindustan Times-- one in English (for me since I can barely read Hindi) and one in Hindi (for Nani since she can barely read English). And each morning over breakfast, Nani and I swap notes on the news of the day. It's amazing because it's like we're living in two different Delhis. In my Delhi: We have a GDP growth of 9.2%, the highest in India's history; The Shiv Sena (a fundamentalist political group) is making a stink about Valentine's Day; and Scarlet Johannson is in town for a charity event. In Nani's Delhi: A huge earthquake is going to hit this city according to a famous astrologer; some kid stabbed a girl on V-Day because she rejected his flowers; and there's a new miracle drug on the market that cures knee pain as well as makes you thin all in one go... Nani was so excited about this new drug that she decided to visit her favorite doc, Dr. Amitabh Parikh. They share a deeply mutual friendship (bordering on love) based on Nani's chronic hypochondria and Dr. Parikh's ability to instantly prescribe a pill for her every ache, pain, lump and bump. Below is a photo sequence of their visit:






As of this blog entry, Nani takes 13 pills each morning at breakfast (excluding vitamins).