Sweethearts, I can’t not update. Posts will be short, though.
Phil Collins is crooning in the background “Take, take me home”
Jet’s got the right idea, direct flight, under five hours, excellent service and a great
price tag. What more could I ask for? let’s see…the calm that washes over me when I return
to a place I can truly call home? Yes!
Yes, as I walk out of the aerobridge, the smell typique hits me like a slap on the face. But I have grown to expect it and relish it in a queer sorta way. Immigration is never a problem, the officers are always happy to see someone brimming with Bombayite-ness. The havaldar at the green channel stop me sometimes (this time they didn’t) and I quip in Marathi
“kaahi nahi ho, gharee aale mee, baghaaycha-ahe taree baghaa”
( I didn’t bring anything, I’m coming home, you can check if you want to”)
They always let me go. Throngs of people outside, I squint without my lenses. But they find me before I find them.
The ride back home is a long and irritating one, with a quick tour of Dharavi no less. I call this ride the update-express, as my folks update with the long and short of everything everyone is upto. And I do the same for myself. All the details aren’t important, except this.
26 year old, PHD in economics from Harvard, based in the US.
Parents are French citizens, residing in Paris.
Interested? *bites her lip*
Sometimes, my parents make it very very difficult to hate “Arranged Marriage”.
(I forget where I get the conniving instincts from.)