I hate being a girl sometimes.
During days when I’m trapped with too much feelings
Emotion after emotion swirling and swirling
Turning me into a disgusting, cowering, delicate, and fragile monster
I am in total surrender to every turn of my hormonal blend
I am a slave to this brutal switch that breaks from one mood to another
I am caught in the tides
I have lost control.
A sunset view. A camel ride. Sand dunes. And festive music.
Who wouldn't want to skip this lovely combination?
Prior to my trip in India, I have only seen a camel once in my entire life... and the poor animal was just confined inside a zoo. So when I learned that India has the 18th largest desert in the world called Thar Desert or The Great Indian Desert, I knew that I had to include it in our itinerary.
”Pain is temporary. Quitting is forever”
I’ve heard this mantra in races but I did not realize that this can also be applied in the search for my elusive soulmate... by the generous people around me. Temporary pain brought by their unwavering hunt for “the one.” And with six long years of their dedicated prayers and blind date suggestions, it seems that the world will not quit on my ‘lonesome’ heart.
Being single can be funny, especially when you’re surrounded by concerned citizens who are trying their best to end my (non-existent) misery.
I spent 100 rupees to become 'Indian.'
It's the cheapest and sweetest amount I've paid to 'experience' a 'change of nationality' for 15 minutes. But before I share with you my story of becoming an 'Indian,' I would like to take you to Jaisalmer Fort, the place where I got to wear my Indian chameleon and the one I consider as one of the most beautiful forts that I've seen in this lifetime.
There is always a pattern
How x, y, z, and other variables, once upon a time, will pop into my life--
That familiar first look
The exchange of how are yous
Those carefully chosen words desiring to impress
That flirtatious gaze
The reciprocity of knowing
That unspeakable spark when the hand finds its way to my clasp for the first time— again.
I can still remember those sad eyes
and how I made it glitter for the first time
when I said that I listen to Bon Iver and that I am an INFJ
I can still remember those pursed lips
and how I made it pucker that time we met again
when you said “I forgot how beautiful you are.”
There is more to India than Taj Mahal, spicy food, yoga, holy cows, and its legendary traffic jams.
To sum up my 16 days of travel here, excuse the pun... but I got a little bit curried away. I found myself wanting to return to this country full of life, contradictions, and warmth.
Here are some of the reasons why I fell in love with India:
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