The return (travel)

Slowly, slowly, I am coming back to my world after India. I still am interested in being awake when it is sleeping time and have to remember to take my anti-malaria pills every morning (don't worry, you can't catch it). But, I'm returning to my old ways--some of which now have new Indian twists.

I have had coffee in a cup the size of my head. Now I like to add a heaping spoon full of sugar. I had no idea it could be so good.

I have returned to my old clothes. After spending a month in clothes that hid my body to show respect and be safe, jeans and a tank top suddenly seems to have an immodest tilt. I am enjoying a little immodesty.

I have walked to and from places with ease again. Traffic has returned to the right side and I don't have the fear of being run over by a TATA truck or an auto rickshaw. I am hoping that India has reminded me of the process of discovering new things...even when I think I'm in a place I know well.

I have not had to respond to anything with a head wobble yet. But, I did throw half a Namaste at someone who was asking for money on the street.

I think it may take some time for me to see some of the ways India has become a part of my life. I'm hoping I took the approach of easy generosity that was everywhere in India and brought a little more of a sense of adventure back with me.