When I first came to USA. I though I would return back in 5 years. I was here to get a good education and good money. However, after juggling job and studies for 2 years and finally reaching some kind of equilibrium thought of returning back to India never crossed my mind. Why waste all the hard work and start life over?
It only took a 4 week trip to India to change my mind again. This is what your home country does to you. I am planning to go back once I have decent work experience in my line of work. I digress. This post is about my vacation in India and not about my confused state of mind.
I loved the early mornings in India. Crispy parathas and hot tea sarted the day. This was followed by some chat with dad. Sometimes about life and its principles and mostly about saving money. Most of the time dad would show me details of his bank accounts just to show me how much money he saved. He loved the fact that I listened patiently which was not the case earlier.
Yes my life in USA has taught me to be patient and calm. I was a cocky and impatient earlier, something that used to irritate my dad the most.
Once dad left for the office, I had all the time in world to spend with mom and friends. I spent entire week with mom just gossiping and finding the about everyone remotely related to the family. Again, something that I never did before. NO. before you think about it , USA has not taught me to gossip, it has rather taught me to mind my own business but it felt so good to sit with mom and listen to all she had to say even if it was just gossip.
I squealed with delight when I saw my clothes appeared magically washed and ironed in the closet. Ironing the clothes gets to my nerves. I learned not to take things granted in life.
I loved touching feet of elders every time somebody visited. I don't know why but it made me feel good. I also loved that elders used to stick a 100 rs note every time I met them.
All through the India trip, I knew its not gonna last forever. I had to enjoy every moment of it and I did.Alas! Good times don't last forever. I am back in my cubicle with loads of work and writing memoirs of India trip.
More Later.
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He he ...once you get past the initial home sickness, thought of going back to India will again be pushed to the most obscure corner of your brains. Enjoy madi
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