Living In India

Living In India

Living In India

I think it’s safe to say I’m officially living in India. I know what you are thinking… “But Crystal, haven’t you been living in India?” While yes, I have, I can say that everything is official now. I’m officially occupying my own living space, I am officially settled in, and otherwise I am completely living daily life normally – similar to the people all around me. This place is my home now. ♥ At least, for awhile. I’m so proud of that.

Glad to have some place to hang my clothes now. :D

Glad to have some place to hang my clothes now. 😀

It's so strange to have a gate. When I lived at home, I always thought it was strange when DN told me someone was at the gate. Now I understand it...

It’s so strange to have a gate. When I lived at home, I always thought it was strange when DN told me someone was at the gate. Now I understand it…

This is only half of the lovely garden outside of my window.

This is only half of the lovely garden outside of my window.

As the sun sets.. So pretty...

As the sun sets.. So pretty…

This is where good dreams happen.

This is where good dreams happen.

An Indian bathroom, in case you were curious. Only mine has a Western-style toilet. Notice that there is no tub, and no separation from the shower and the rest of the bathroom. This is quite normal, I have found.

An Indian bathroom, in case you were curious. Only mine has a Western-style toilet. Notice that there is no tub, and no separation from the shower and the rest of the bathroom. This is quite normal, I have found.

Everything is coming together quite nicely.

Everything is coming together quite nicely.

I have the coolest key.

I have the coolest key.

I’m an observer, as you may already know. Sometimes, after my morning routine, I go to the window and just watch everything pass by. Birds land on my windows… Big butterflies float by on their way to the garden, just outside my windows… Beyond the yard I can see people passing on their way to work, school and anywhere else they might be going. My neighbors on their balcony across the street, watering the plants. Scooters, motorcycles and cars passing each other, honking away.

Two lessons I have learned this week: 

  1. Indians are HARD WORKING people.
    Naturally, I can’t account for every single Indian… But every Indian I have met is completely focused on the daily grind. (In the famous words of my sister.)
    DN is off to find work and make a better future for himself. Bodyguard is out doing “field work” (as he calls it) every day, too. I see people pushing heavy carts of fruits and vegetables up and down my street. Not just the young, but the elderly too! It gives a whole new meaning to the phrase: “You gotta do what you gotta do.” I am impressed with Indian work ethic.
  2. Nobody allows anybody to go hungry.
    This should be a given, anywhere in the world. Sadly, it’s not. I’ve had friends and family, in my lifetime, who have turned me away when I was hungry and needed food. I just want to be honest about that, because it’s such a powerful thing when people you barely know are making sure you are well fed. I am asked several times a day: “Have you had your breakfast/lunch/dinner?” Currently, because I haven’t had the chance to explore the area, I haven’t figured out where I will be going to get food. Yesterday, some time in the afternoon, my bodyguard told me he’d be coming back with food later that night. As it turns out, Bodyguard’s mom was planning to make food for me. I haven’t even met her yet! Such hospitality! And before that, when I met DN’s family for the first time, they also made sure I was well fed. It used to be quite normal for me to go without 1 or 2 meals in a day, as I am sure most Americans can understand that. However, I don’t think my friends (or their friends – or anyone) would ever let me skip a meal around here.
A swift rescue from hunger, thanks to Bodyguard and his kind mom. Alu sabzi, roti, salad and mango pickles.

A swift rescue from hunger, thanks to Bodyguard and his kind mom.
Alu sabzi, roti, salad and mango pickles.

On that note, I had one of the best burgers of my entire life, here in Jhansi. And… It was a veg burger! 😀 Surprise! It tasted amazing! I got this tasty morsel from a place called Vandana Sweets. I’m quite convinced I’ll never eat another burger as delicious as that one. I had burger similar, when I stayed at the hotel, and it was good too. But man… I wish I could share that experience with all of you!

The veg "cheese burger" from the hotel I stayed at. It was good. :)

The veg “cheese burger” from the hotel I stayed at. It was good. 🙂

The yummiest "burger" I've ever had.

The yummiest “burger” I’ve ever had.

Well... It's not as pretty as the hotel burger, but it's so good!

Well… It’s not as pretty as the hotel burger, but it’s so good!

But enough about food… 😀

I’d like to note that the process for getting internet was kind of complicated. I have work to do, so I couldn’t go too long without internet. I wanted to get Wi-Fi, but the process takes eight days. YIKES. I had to settle for a dongle. (I call it an internet stick – but I’m basic like that.)

Well, Holi is in a few days! (Well, I’m actually a bit confused about that. Google says Holi is on the 17th, but Bodyguard says it’s on the 16th… I don’t know.) As you know, that is the festival I have been looking forward to, since I fell in love with India! There’s NO WAY I could miss this! I’ll bring my camera! Also, I’ll keep you updated as I explore the area. I promise I’ll take more pictures!

Goodnight India. ♥
Have a good evening, America. ♥

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