I love India. I don't think there's anything that particularly changed, but it really hit me when I was sitting in the sleeper bus from Ujire back to Bangalore. It was late, a little after 11PM and Santhi, my boss, was asleep next to me and I realized that I'd completed my third work week and time was going too quickly and everything was going too quickly... and I'm not ready to leave. Sure, I still have a lot of time left, roughly 5 weeks, but I know they'll go just as rapidly as the first three.
After these next 5 weeks, everything is just supposed to go back to the way that it was. The people in my life now will slowly disappear from contact and all the little and big things will be gone and different: I won't hear Santhi talk about movie plots (which is oddly really comforting), I won't here Brenda talk about her delirious 3 AM snap chats, I won't meet whoever Sanam ends up marrying, or go on walks with Cali to get bananas every Monday during lunch. The people and way of living here just seems so different from the US, it's not so quick paste, people don't get angry at petty things or first world problems, there's relatively zero stress or drama as long as you get your work done....There's something about the way Bangalore, or really India in general, that creates a feeling for me that's different from anywhere else I've lived. I can't really pinpoint it, but it's a mix of free and capable and completely happy, and I'm not ready for that to end.
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