I love my India. It isn't mine really and no I don't really love it in a gushy feeling most days but some days, some days, I really love India. It is a deep kind of love that comes from Someone outside of me. Other days I love it with that deep belly laugh love created in a part of me where yums, kisses and upside down moon eyes in the midst of grins come from.
One thing that I find lovable about India is the extremes (except the extreme heat). The glitter at night, the extreme color combos, the conformity of a nation around sweater style. Those kind of things make me laugh with delight and hum through my day. However, I am not sure whether to laugh or throw up my hands at this article from the BBC.
Cricket has cheerleaders and the first picture of this article speaks a million words in one... Nokia! Look for the advertisement for Nokia about waist high steeped in purple.
ps. the article is mildly interesting too!
One thing that I find lovable about India is the extremes (except the extreme heat). The glitter at night, the extreme color combos, the conformity of a nation around sweater style. Those kind of things make me laugh with delight and hum through my day. However, I am not sure whether to laugh or throw up my hands at this article from the BBC.
Cricket has cheerleaders and the first picture of this article speaks a million words in one... Nokia! Look for the advertisement for Nokia about waist high steeped in purple.
ps. the article is mildly interesting too!
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