Life back to normal?

Well, it's been eight days since I have been home from India.  I still get tired in the middle of the afternoon and I am missing eating Indian food three times a day!  My surroundings here are so quiet. No throngs of people forever in perpetual motion. What struck me about India was how young the entire population is and how thin everyone was. People walk everywhere. That does not mean there are no cars on the roads. There are just as many cars as there are people walking. Another interesting thing... there was no roadkill anywhere on any of the roads in India. All the drivers are adept at avoiding everything and everyone on the road. One does have to take one's chances while crossing the road. No one stops for you, even if you happen to be on the zebra crossing, you are on your own.

So, how do I feel a week later? Sleeping in my own bed having my routine back? I feel a bit lost, I am resistant to going back to my routine. I found myself looking at flights to India today on the net! It will be a while before I go back. This time I would like to go back with my children. Show them their heritage. Will they love this country as much as I do? 

There was a time when I was angry with India. Back in the sixties we moved there from Nairobi. We were not accepted by the locals. I felt like a stranger in my own land. So, at a young age I realized I was more African than Indian. But, now I feel India and I have both grown up a bit. All the Indians I came across during my journey, were happy to see I had not lost touch with my culture. And, I was happy to see India coming into it's own. No longer did I see the longing in people's eyes to move away from India to far away lands for a better life. Life was pretty good in India. And, to be honest, I wouldn't mind going to India and staying there for a while. I wouldn't mind being one of the locals and seeing what is brought forth by a lifestyle change? Something to ponder.