Processing comes bits at a time. Never knowing when it might hit, a memory might be sparked, emotions realized & felt. I find myself getting so caught up in the “things” of my every day. Things to do, things to have, things to say or be or wear. It’s so easy for me to forget where I’ve been. It’s so easy to easily mention I’ve been to India without going into details. Easy to forget that for a month, I walked to work 45 min to work in the 100F heat and then took the 9 rupee bus home. It marked me, and I want to feel that scar. I want to know how it has changed me, wrecked me, challenged me to go deeper in everything I know about love and faith. it showed me how to love until it hurts, and then love more. It challenged me to rethink what I hold most dear, and to prioritize correctly, and... I want to feel that all, but I don’t think my heart could take it. So it comes, in bits & pieces, sometimes weeks apart. I must be patient, with myself, and with Gods timing. And I must pray.
Everytime I go on vacations I love to post something on them. I forgot to post on India right away because since I came back my life got mad busy. It’s been 11 years since I last been to India so I forgot quite a lot of how it looks and all that. From the slums, homeless dogs, people and poverty in India to the beautiful hotels, scenery, malls and fucking delicious authentic Bengali cooking which even here in Canada can’t compare the change between the two counties is so drastic it’s surreal. I will forever be grateful for my life in Canada being a Bengali girl my parents from Kolkata and me born and brought up in Canada seeing the change from a third world country to a first world and to what I have now in Canada is really eye opening. Shoutout to my moms best friend Babu for lowkey taking us places when we were there lol, amazing experience I already miss my cousins, friends and grandma over there but Until next time 🙏🏽💖