Greetings from India!
O.K., where do I start...
First of all, it felt very natural to come back to India.
That is, I was not excited during any point of my coming here.
Second, it's hot here (here denoting Mumbai).
When I say 'hot', I am not referring to the heat that you are familiar with. I mean something else entirely. Something that makes people's skin go bad, their cars overheat constantly, their tempers rise, and even makes them melt occasionally (actually, it doesn't make people melt, although that would be a sight to behold, but I was in the spirit and felt like adding it for dramatic effect.)
Third, it's great!
Although I have forgotten a good bit of my Hindi, I am still quite capable of fending off the formidable onslaught of beggars, hobos, drug dealers, taxi drivers and other pesky creatures that cling to you if your skin color is brighter than a certain brownish shade.
Admittedly, it's quite annoying to be perceived as a pouch of golden coins, but after uttering an amusing line from some bollywood film (in Hindi of course) or anything of that sort they usually bugger off, with a smile on their face.
I cannot even begin to describe how much I've missed the food here. The intense mixture of flavors combined with the fact that it's acceptable (if not welcomed) to eat with your hand makes me a very happy boy. (once again, just for dramatic effect: eat with your hands!).
Until the next time,
Ben.
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