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I'm in India.

I love it here. I love the rains (few, but soft and fragrant). I just got drenched in the rain yesterday! I could never do that there. :) I love the nature. The birds chirping, the doodhwala, sabjiwala, Madhu aunty, the fan constantly on, even the heat! I love sitting on my flat bed and not getting a neckache every morning. I love watching people on the streets. I love long drives on roads.I love the simple life, making do with what's there. I love my creaking almaris.



But I hate it here too. People say life in America is fast-paced. I think life in India is fast-paced. It just looks like it's slow.

It's so fast that people living next to each other, people in the same family, people right next to you don't know anything but themselves. I wonder if there really are any such great problems that people here have, that narrows down their point of view. Or do I just have no such problems in my life that I don't understand what people feel here? No one sees anyone...or anything for that matter...beyond themselves. It seems like everyone for themselves. 11 years ago this wasn't the case. Or was it always?

People say India is advancing. But nothing I've seen yet has advanced. Not the culture, not the principles, not the people, not in my own family at least. It's not the heat that's intolerable. It's the snifs I hear and the tears I see. I know there's more to it. I wish I could see it.

I used to love coming back to India every year. I still do. But over this beautiful motherland, there's a facade I'm not liking :( I used to come for the country, the culture, the people, my family, and my friends. On July 9th 2009, I came for the country and my friends. I don't want this list to get any shorter than this.

I hope I'm the narrow-minded one.