The temperature, here in Chicago is currently a mild 44 degrees Fahrenheit but it’s the wind chill that deters the kids and me from staying out for more than a hour and then its back to being holed up in the hotel room till Aaman returns later in the evening.

We walked a few blocks with Parita in her stroller, cribbing about the wind chill and Aayan and I on foot. First we visited Mc Donald to get Aayan some chicken nuggets, yes, I know he should not eat that crap but we are on a holiday, then we walked around a few more blocks, walked into Borders and walked out of Borders with the eight month old wailing on top of her baby lungs.

Aayan had fun running down pigeons and crossing lights but I became cranky. I didn’t want to go back to my dirty room (I had a gut feeling the maid would not have cleaned the room despite it being late in the afternoon and so it was) and then staring at Dora The Explorer wriggle with her pet monkey.

I continue to remain hungry. Don’t want to eat greasy sandwiches, limp salads or bland noodles. I’m sick of food and yet I am so hungry.

But I’m still glad to be out of the little hick town called Miamisburg, Ohio. Chicago with its high rises, billions of restaurants and thriving, bustling humanity happens to be my favorite city.

Food may cheer me up along with a clean room.