In ten days I’m going to get on a plane and fly away. Yes, I’m going back – back to being a present member of the Wright clan, mandazis, lesos, pikis, hilarious road trips in our crowded land cruiser, braided hair, mudding houses, in-your-face chicken, eating white ants and saying sindiyo all the time.
But away from salwar khameezes, dhal chawal, autos, dupattas, long afternoon trips to the bazaar, getting late-night domino’s with my roommate, and saying, “अच्छा” all the time.
While I’m happy to go home, I’m sad to leave.
However, I just found out that I can write in Hindi on my blog, so that is fantastic.