Of triggers, old and new

Many years back, when I went camping with my school mates, my dad got candy flavoured toothpaste for us all - so that we could enjoy even the rubbish process of brushing our teeth. Every time I have had candy since, I am transported to the beautiful banks of the Ganga in Rishikesh, a happy, care-free school kid, going white-water rafting with her mates. It's one of my fondest childhood memories and I only need some candy to re-live the glorious moments!

So imagine my delight when another sensory trigger removed me into a different Asian city today. A is in Bangkok, meeting some dear old friends. As I spoke to him over the phone, I could hear the cab driver shouting instructions into his cab radio in Thai. I was instantly transported to the city where I discovered myself again - the mad traffic, the lovely people, the enchanting buzzing of the air, the oppressive tropical heat and the coke with crushed ice in polythene bags- there's no place like Bangkok.

While my first love will always truly remain Delhi, if there is another city I absolutely adore, it is Bangkok. I know, I now, London is home now, and Delhi will always be home, but Bangkok is really home away from home.

After ending the call with A, I rumaged through my old photos. And this is what I found - a moment in time - the lovely home A and I made in the city that we remember so fondly.