Last night I dreamt of sanskrit letters covered with ants to the soundtrack of a dog barking. That pretty much sums it up.
As much as I would love to not be trite, I suppose it is for good reason. India has a way of pushing you, testing you, taking you to the edge and challenging you to see what you will do. Who are you, really?
Example: You're actually looking forward to some aspect of practice? Okay, well, you don't get to do it until next week. You want to save money/be nice and make breakfast for friends and have picked out a specific menu? Well, no spinach today. Maybe 4pm, you come back. You want your toothbrush to be safe from flying e. coli? You're willing to be chill about everything else in your personal space and cover the toothbrush so you don't have to say anything?
It will for sure get knocked innocently onto the wet bathroom floor by your wide-eyed friend. You want a scooter so you can save money and have independence and the wild rush of wind in your hair? You can get one but it will stall every time you take your hand off the gas. And it will be covered in ants. You want a grape juice so you can leave all the little stuff behind you because it isn't really a big deal? Sorry, Madam, no grape juice today.
As the heat begins to rise, as you get ready to throw over the table, as you get ready to rip at your hair and howl, you take a little breath or something equally hippie-new age, you know, think of God and all that, and it is okay you order watermelon juice. Dude brings you a local paper where the front page headline reads "I don't make akki roti anymore". "My God!" you yelp. Why wouldn't she make akki roti anymore? Very tragic. Akki roti is super good.
As much as I would love to not be trite, I suppose it is for good reason. India has a way of pushing you, testing you, taking you to the edge and challenging you to see what you will do. Who are you, really?
Example: You're actually looking forward to some aspect of practice? Okay, well, you don't get to do it until next week. You want to save money/be nice and make breakfast for friends and have picked out a specific menu? Well, no spinach today. Maybe 4pm, you come back. You want your toothbrush to be safe from flying e. coli? You're willing to be chill about everything else in your personal space and cover the toothbrush so you don't have to say anything?
It will for sure get knocked innocently onto the wet bathroom floor by your wide-eyed friend. You want a scooter so you can save money and have independence and the wild rush of wind in your hair? You can get one but it will stall every time you take your hand off the gas. And it will be covered in ants. You want a grape juice so you can leave all the little stuff behind you because it isn't really a big deal? Sorry, Madam, no grape juice today.As the heat begins to rise, as you get ready to throw over the table, as you get ready to rip at your hair and howl, you take a little breath or something equally hippie-new age, you know, think of God and all that, and it is okay you order watermelon juice. Dude brings you a local paper where the front page headline reads "I don't make akki roti anymore". "My God!" you yelp. Why wouldn't she make akki roti anymore? Very tragic. Akki roti is super good.
What female superhero are you?
There's a quiz for that, of course.
-Saturday, India
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