I swear, I love India. I mean, work drives me crazy, but India itself is really incredible. Yeah, you got your asshole drivers and the Bombay traffic is truly incomparable and the constant noise is irritating. (ok, ok, I'm getting to it) But there is something about India that makes it oh so very special. There is an underlying warmth that pulsates through everything.
It can drive you crazy sometimes, don't get me wrong.
The traffic can make you want to scream. But you are in a car with a driver who never gets angry.
You walk across the street and think 300 vehicles want to kill you. But you can hold a hand up and they will honk and they won't hit you. (um, don't try this often)
Some of the drivers will totally screw you over. Then there is the driver with a baby that gets out of the rickshaw to haggle chicken prices and takes your packages to the car.
You get tired and lonely. Then you work with the most amazing, sweetest, generous, adorable co-workers who will tell you what restaurants to go to, or email you they hope you are feeling happy, or make you laugh CONSTANTLY.
and you will miss it all.
You see your grandparents everywhere.
You love the accents, it reminds you of your parents.
You smell the air and it reminds you of childhood.
I am so glad that I was born here and recognize everything that is right.
by the way, have I mentioned the FOOD?!?! Today I had banana uttapam. and coconut uttapam. the best EVER.
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When you come back, we will have Bruce try to run you over with the Taurus so that you can re-live the excitement.
"Monroe" as I have named him, as been sitting in front of our building for over a month now with a flat tire.
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