Happenings
If I can get settled, I'll post something worthwhile, including more photos! For now, though, here is a little list of little things.
* In a train station I waited (and waited- "India is great... Always late!" they say). I was facing inward, closed, cold, listening to music. An old man walked by, begging. Instinctively, I shook my head. Before he could step away I thought of my father- one of the most loving and generous people I know. I stopped the man with my hand and pulled out a 10 rupee bill- not much, 23 cents, but he thanked the sky. Turning this time and walking away I saw him rubbing his cold skinny hands. I stopped him again and gave him my fruit and my gloves. Thanks, Dad.
* A man I met in Dharmasala/MacLeod Ganj proposed to me. I think he was serious, and if so- it was a first for me. Our relationship was only platonic.
* On a train yesterday I struck a 22 hour friendship with a kind-hearted Sikh, a drunken and giggling military man and a suave young guy with 90s Western dance-pop on his mobile. Yes, I have pictures. This is why I prefer to travel overland.
I'm still waiting on the parcel of cards- here's hoping the 24th is a good day at the post office. Sunday, the 25th, they're closed. As they say, don't worry, chicken curry!
* In a train station I waited (and waited- "India is great... Always late!" they say). I was facing inward, closed, cold, listening to music. An old man walked by, begging. Instinctively, I shook my head. Before he could step away I thought of my father- one of the most loving and generous people I know. I stopped the man with my hand and pulled out a 10 rupee bill- not much, 23 cents, but he thanked the sky. Turning this time and walking away I saw him rubbing his cold skinny hands. I stopped him again and gave him my fruit and my gloves. Thanks, Dad.
* A man I met in Dharmasala/MacLeod Ganj proposed to me. I think he was serious, and if so- it was a first for me. Our relationship was only platonic.
* On a train yesterday I struck a 22 hour friendship with a kind-hearted Sikh, a drunken and giggling military man and a suave young guy with 90s Western dance-pop on his mobile. Yes, I have pictures. This is why I prefer to travel overland.
I'm still waiting on the parcel of cards- here's hoping the 24th is a good day at the post office. Sunday, the 25th, they're closed. As they say, don't worry, chicken curry!
6 Comments:
Why do they say that? Is your Indian nickname Chicken Curry?
Maya,
hope this post finds you well and having fun. the Missus and i are enjoying your adventure vicariously, though we may be headed to Kenya in a couple of months to spend some time with a freind setting up medical clinics.
I miss your posts on the /blanked out due to the first rule/...
Hope your Christmas was well, and look forward to the next post.
Cadmium
Guess what, chicken butt? :)
Merry Christmas! (a bit late). It sounded like you might feel lonely, but with so many fascinating people to meet, you should have plenty of people to keep you engaged! (err, bad choice of words??)
Happy new year (a little early). You're lucky to miss out on a Western Christmas and all the usual hubbub that goes with it. Ain't a Christmas until someone feels put out, ain't Christmas until you've had carols shoved down your throat by every store, etc. etc. etc. I'm so envious of your ability to escape Bill O'Reilly and Fox News. Sheesh. What's a little urine in the street compared to Bill O'Reilly?
Sometimes when I think about your travels, I sorta get that Bugs Bunny cartoon with Gossamer and the phrase "Monsters must lead such innnnnnnn-teresting lives" stuck in my head.
I'm an odd duck, as are all of us ducks (especially us rat-duck combos), but that's why you miss us.
Or why you went away. Hmm.
Though I'm like never at that one place anymore, that doesn't mean I don't still think about you and love you! (You've got fan clubs all over the world, baby!)
Maya, is there an address where you can still get mail, or is that door closed? Sweet to see posts again, too. More pictures! Stay safe!
Hi Maya! Glad you're doing well. We miss you!
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