Fire Crackers fill the night. Nobody can ever sleep before 1 am during this time. You can hear firecrackers, fireworks everywhere. Delicious food every day, each day something different, either something spicy or something very very sweet. And you best dress sharply, look your best. Friends, family, going out of town. Every evening, my host mother doesn't cook, she gets a break and we order out, or go out for food. During the days, there is just peace, I sit on the terrace and enjoy the nice breeze. I know what is ahead of me, but I don't mind. The North trip chaos and fun. But I stay here, my mind stays put. Each day, I fall in love with India more and more. But I can't explain how, why, what, when ,where, or any of that. I just love being here.
They have this craft called Rangoli. It's really hard to do, because it takes skill to know how to pour the sand in the right spot, don't spill it out of line, have a steady hand and so on and so forth. I made one! =D I am proud of myself, even my host mom was impressed, they has to mean something.
I was filling this one with the sand, while a little munchkin was trying to stop me.
This is the one of made all by my lonesome.
I am starting to forget what it's like to know what snow is, how to ice skate. I am starting to forget the culture I came from as it slowly melts its way off my mind and a new molding is finally hardening over that brain of mine. I can't speak English properly, and I am picking up words in Gujarati and Hindi smoothly now. I speak a different language all together. I understand what is happening. Still get a bit nervous, but I am trying.
Life is nice.
Hope all is well at home, I miss you all. Tata.
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