I am back in India. It has been less than a week and I am here. I am tired. I am hot. I am sweating. I smell. And I am home.
The first day included my hubby and I walking around the neighborhood of Delhi trying to keep our babies awake. Jet lag with a toddler times two definitely squares all the pain felt each night. India hit me with the dirt, grime and noise. However my spirits were high. I was home. Just as I got a little down I saw a rather portly gentleman in a too tight for comfort pink tee shirt that read "Kiss Me I am Smart." The irony delighted my day.
Where else in the world can you find tractors, cows, highways and metro rails right next to each other? Where else in the world can you find marigolds delivered by bike door to door for daily worship? Where else in the world can you find a group of elderly men standing in a circle laughing and raising their arms in unison?
We arrived to our real home (a world away from Delhi) the next day after a spicy hop over jet ride. We walked into mold, water damage everywhere, cockroaches (two were climbing on Zana), and no electricity. None. Nada. Nothing. Darkness at 6 pm. Our invertor had died. So did our washing machine. We resurrected the invertor (large battery that keeps a few fans spinning and lights on when the electricity flees for its daily respite). However we biffed the washing machine and I am now a proud owner of a new machine. No more turning the knob with a vise grip! I feel like a new woman!
Honestly it has been good to return and I am ready to write again. Nothing deep like my sister, or winsome like another friend I know. Just life and what it is here with two small kids.
On a side note. I felt strong this week. Invincible in some way as I faced obstacle after obstacle. I felt a healthy sense of my own weakness but that was eclipsed by strength, not my own, for which I am cheered.
The first day included my hubby and I walking around the neighborhood of Delhi trying to keep our babies awake. Jet lag with a toddler times two definitely squares all the pain felt each night. India hit me with the dirt, grime and noise. However my spirits were high. I was home. Just as I got a little down I saw a rather portly gentleman in a too tight for comfort pink tee shirt that read "Kiss Me I am Smart." The irony delighted my day.
Where else in the world can you find tractors, cows, highways and metro rails right next to each other? Where else in the world can you find marigolds delivered by bike door to door for daily worship? Where else in the world can you find a group of elderly men standing in a circle laughing and raising their arms in unison?
We arrived to our real home (a world away from Delhi) the next day after a spicy hop over jet ride. We walked into mold, water damage everywhere, cockroaches (two were climbing on Zana), and no electricity. None. Nada. Nothing. Darkness at 6 pm. Our invertor had died. So did our washing machine. We resurrected the invertor (large battery that keeps a few fans spinning and lights on when the electricity flees for its daily respite). However we biffed the washing machine and I am now a proud owner of a new machine. No more turning the knob with a vise grip! I feel like a new woman!
Honestly it has been good to return and I am ready to write again. Nothing deep like my sister, or winsome like another friend I know. Just life and what it is here with two small kids.
On a side note. I felt strong this week. Invincible in some way as I faced obstacle after obstacle. I felt a healthy sense of my own weakness but that was eclipsed by strength, not my own, for which I am cheered.
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