I am waiting to take a flight to Delhi and my friends are making happy plans of picking me up from Jaipur instead &mdash what with Delhi being covered with thick fog, they are joking that the flight will be diverted there. The alarm went off at a frightful hour this morning and bleary-eyed, I completely fail to find my friends amusing nor do I fool myself for a moment that this extraordinary enthusiasm to drive for five hours in order to pick me up has something to do with their deep love for me. There are ulterior motives, and I know exactly what these are &mdash the lure of shopping in Jaipur, the call of block-printed kurtas and Jaipuri razais and silver jewellery and jootis and lovely, affodable fabric by the trunkful. The wait for the flight is endless, but my habitual matutinal bad mood gradually dissipates as I embark on delicious imaginings of a fabulous shopping weekend in Jaipur.