INDIYEAH!

(Fullerton Hotel, Singapore)


Dear 'A2 that aint getting outta mah head',

After my 'independent woman' time at Singapore and making a fool of myself at the airport by skyping my mum and having loud conversations with my computer, I quietly packed myself into my flight to bangalore and passed out yet again.

(PIC: I even got pretty good at taking pictures of myself, and found this one especially funny!-this is me after 15 hours of flying and the ridiculous heat of Singapore)

I finally got home at 9:37pm IST on the 13th and was greeted by the best Indian weather imaginable - the rain! The rain in India is different - it's just the right temperature and smells beautiful. Precipitation, my friends, is a personal favorite! I managed to clear immigration (they stuck a thermometer in my ear to check my temp), and customs and literally skipped to the doors of the airport. Then spotted dad, left my baggage in the middle of the arrivals area and flung myself at him! Trust me, even I was surpised by my reaction.. or maybe not. Then we drove back to Mysore, and I allowed my poor tongue not a second's rest, all the way. Reached home at 2:00am, and even before I rang the doorbell, my mum opened the door. (remember spring break talk about a mother's intuition? need more proof?)

Dinner at 2:00am with mum and dad watching me hog, and then (*drools) real mangoes for dessert - Thanks to that plus a certain innate mental instability aggravated by travel, I felt myself choke up(the teary kind of choking.. not the other one!). That night i slept(on a real bed, in a real room! ;P) better than ever.. ever.. ever...

Woke up, taught my sister set theory and oxidation numbers(she had a test in physics, chem and math that sunday morning!) and then got down to clicking some pictures of my room and my house, so I could send it to you guys. Well, its pretty amazing how i felt looking at all of it again, and it had just been six months.
Here are a couple of pics then! To see the rest, you guys have to come home!!!



(my room is completely done up in turquoise and yellow.I told my parents that if we had even an ounce of pink in our house I would not live there.. It worked! It is in the present state simply because I dont live in it anymore. Ah in its days of glory, you could barely see the sheets under the books and random crap! )

Then unpacked, read blog, did evals(uhh mariel, you should have read the one i wrote for Garth! And Nicole.. the one for Bob - priceless!!). Then yapped with Mariel and Alex(s), and had a three hour long 'heart to heart' with my sis..(God, I can talk!). Told mum and sis about the 'ice fight' and how we once planned to drown nicole out of her room! They already love each of us. I mean living with wacky little me for this long, would make any craziness endearing, wouldnt it?

Then stuffed my face with mum's great cooking and the vadas(an indian fried snack - like that helps make it any less vague!) she made. Then went shopping! Shopping in India is a very different experience. I went to an arts fair and that is basically this plethora of tiny shops set up under this huuuge waterproof tent. You elbow your way through the thick crowd, fight over favorable pieces of jewellery, or silk, haggle over the prices and then emerge with the absolute satistfation of a 'true shopping experience'. the best part - the most expensive thing i bought was worth 4 dollars!! I drove my mum crazy with - "this will look great on Nora... Mariel will love this... This says Tenyia and Tiff all over it... and a lot more of the same sort!" You guys will never leave me alone this summer will you?

After that, it was lights out at 9 freakin pm!! And then up at 8 am today.. Now I should scoot off and work on my Australian visa. Well I guess if I do include any more detail, you guys will get my neck for it, in September!

Love you all(a little too much, i realise...;P)

Nruthya