An Intro to the Mariah Carey Season

Atu has been MIA the past fortnight because of Manipur and its restrictions on the internet. This sucks because she is my emotional support friend and I run most things past her. And these past two weeks have been, to put it mildly, busy. For her part, the first text I received once she got her internet back was a curse on the universe for having inflicted this shit on us. And a query as to why the asteroid that doomsday scientists keep warning us about never reach us and obliterate life on earth as we know it.

A few years back, the pair of us with my sister and the boy who would one day be her husband decided to team up and have a Shimla Christmas. Moshil was already a friend at that point but that trip was supposed to be the hard launch of their relationship to me. He passed the test. Aside from the fact one day we were walking around, the four of us, and Atu and I got worked up over wine, and he shoved us. 

There was so much choice in terms of local fruit wines in Shimla. But about 80% of the wine we’d tasted the day before had been dry and not at all tasty. If you wanted to get knocked out, they probably were fine. But in terms of taste, they sucked. Which irritated the pair of us when we passed the wine shop again and we started ranting.

I have a shrill, annoying voice. Atu is the same. And we get very nasal and high-pitched the angrier we get. And the wine selection got us properly stimulated to the point that maybe only squirrels could hear us. We did not drink a drop that day but we were standing near a wine shop, facing each other, arms flailing (we’d learned this as we were learning to be Delhites) and talking so shrilly dogs started getting agitated around us (I’m kidding), and Momo was embarrassed. We looked and sounded properly high. My sister was already pretending she did not know who we were. Which was a joke on her because we look very similar and often could pass for twins. 

So, in his mortification, Momo shoved us and herded us away like cattle to a more convenient location. We were highly offended (again, I kid). I forgive Momo, but mostly because he shared his glass momo with the three of us that evening. In Shimla, you should try this; it’s quite tasty.

I forced my garden to listen to Christmas Songs this evening and the fact Atu is back online took me back to the Shimla Christmas, is why I decided to blog about the Mariah Carey season. It is a good time of the year!