- the constant tiny little ceramic cups full of milky sweet tea
- the autorickshaws, cyclerickshaws, and even the taxis
- driving on the wrong side of the road
- the ubiquitous cow
- black sulfurous salt on green guavas
- hearing and trying to speak Hindi (after 5 weeks I still speak it here)
- Punjabi, Bollywood, and classic Hindi music everywhere
- the sweet smells (that cover up the horrid ones;))
- the intensely personal investigations by every Indian you meet
- eating with my hand
- the trains - especially a lower side berth with a big window
- the food - I even miss hot cornflakes and a hot dog bun with jam
- palaces, temples and forts
- wearing salwar kameez and all my beautiful scarves
- the kids, food, and peace of Dakshinayan;(
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
5/2 India Blues II
Missing India something fierce today:
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