On The Street Where We Live

Our apartment is on a quiet street, part of a big complex that surrounds the Oracle building. We are on the 9th floor and have been trying to figure out where that is exactly in this building. I think I'm 3 down from the top, second window from the left in this picture. They are having some sort of festival this weekend on the other end of the street from Oracle. We've been noticing lights going up for the past week. Yesterday there were the string of christmas lights along our street and buildings covered with lights.

I took this picture of the lights from my balcony. KJ is two doors to the right of me. The building is a square comprised of two unit rectangles. Her apartment is in the rectangle you can't see. She came into my apartment to see the lights and I took this picture. KJ went to her apartment to see what she could see from her window. She's anxious about the mosquitos, so she closed the balcony glass door as she stepped out to take the picture.

Locked out. On the 9th floor. 3:30 in the morning. Nobody on the street. Blackberry on the coffee table inside. Poor KJ!!!!! I won't tell you how she wedged herself into a space she created, how she considered climbing around the balcony to the neighbor's balcony, how she considered climbing down over the balcony railing. Except for the wedging in the door, her better self prevailed. She somehow broke the very heavy glass window. She came down to my apartment, but I was dead to the world. A lot of help I am.

The best part is that she is here with me in New Delhi. She has a few bruises and a bandaid on her palm (nothing requiring stitches.) We called the house boy and he seemed okay with all of this. I guess it's happened before. I alerted Avinash, he will clean up the loose ends. We know now that these apartments are extremely secure. Except for Karen's until they get the sliding door fixed. But we also know that nobody is climbing up to the 9th floor to go in that window!