leaving on a jetplane...
with barely an hour left in singapore (aiport #2 out of 4) with an intense need to stay awake, i figured i better take advantage of this lovely free internet and say hello i'm alive.
there is too much to be said while standing here, falling over slightly.
suffice to say the last three weeks have been insane, in completely unexpected ways. bombay involved eating and shopping and eating and visiting and well, more eating. why else do indians return? goa was... indescribable really. the hippies held on to their beautiful beach world as the foreigners poured in for new years. i attended my first and hopefully last, outdoor raves, escorted by a british hairdresser named vincent. really i can't say much more without butchering some beautiful stories, so i'll end with an image of sun and strange europeans (including a fascinating absinthe exporter) and fish curry and bacardi breezers and a packed overnight train. there were trains and more trains throughout this trip, finally leading me to my pune. a few days of complete peace. my bapaiji made me her pet and i found myself slipping through time in an ankle length pink nightie, being taken out to lunch and traipsing around town with an adorable tiny woman in a huge scarf, sunglasses, and sandaled socked feet. long leisurely breakfasts, an empty temple and i finally faced the old flat. The grief is the same.
last night was back to bombay and we went out out out. and i realized that i have a damn good time at cal. i miss my friends. and so now i'll find my gate and fly to hong kong and try to occupy myself for another five hours and then will finally fall onto my last flight. thirteen hours later i will tumble into the arms of my family... off i go now.
there is too much to be said while standing here, falling over slightly.
suffice to say the last three weeks have been insane, in completely unexpected ways. bombay involved eating and shopping and eating and visiting and well, more eating. why else do indians return? goa was... indescribable really. the hippies held on to their beautiful beach world as the foreigners poured in for new years. i attended my first and hopefully last, outdoor raves, escorted by a british hairdresser named vincent. really i can't say much more without butchering some beautiful stories, so i'll end with an image of sun and strange europeans (including a fascinating absinthe exporter) and fish curry and bacardi breezers and a packed overnight train. there were trains and more trains throughout this trip, finally leading me to my pune. a few days of complete peace. my bapaiji made me her pet and i found myself slipping through time in an ankle length pink nightie, being taken out to lunch and traipsing around town with an adorable tiny woman in a huge scarf, sunglasses, and sandaled socked feet. long leisurely breakfasts, an empty temple and i finally faced the old flat. The grief is the same.
last night was back to bombay and we went out out out. and i realized that i have a damn good time at cal. i miss my friends. and so now i'll find my gate and fly to hong kong and try to occupy myself for another five hours and then will finally fall onto my last flight. thirteen hours later i will tumble into the arms of my family... off i go now.