It is that time of the year again. Time to make my annual pilgrimage to the motherland. Last year I travelled alone, boarded only flights that were missing very pertinent parts and generally spent half my vacation waiting for planes to take off. You remember reading all that here right? This year, hopefully, it will be different. For starters Chuckles is travelling with me. This will be the first time we visit India together since October 2009 and that was a long time ago. This year we plan to spend two weeks in India. A few days in Bangalore with and a week in Mumbai with my in-laws.
A whole lot has happened since our last visit. Friends got married. I have very few single friends now. Best friend Khabri is pregnant. Chuckles' best man is now a father. Some other people procreated or are seriously thinking about it. I am expecting my mother to refer to her unborn grandchildren in every conversation.
My folks have a new apartment. As far as I can remember we have always had a little place with a gate and two rooms, living room and kitchen. No apartment number, just a house plot number. No intercom facility, just a landline. No apartments down the hall with an elevator for each floor, just nosy neighbours down the street. That's the good thing about Bangalore. Not anymore though. It should be fun to watch the folks attend their first Building Maintenance meeting.
We will also be in India right in the middle of mango season. No more Mexican Atulfo mangos!
It promises to be an Indian summer filled with family, mangos, shopping bags and a lot of baby talk.
A whole lot has happened since our last visit. Friends got married. I have very few single friends now. Best friend Khabri is pregnant. Chuckles' best man is now a father. Some other people procreated or are seriously thinking about it. I am expecting my mother to refer to her unborn grandchildren in every conversation.
My folks have a new apartment. As far as I can remember we have always had a little place with a gate and two rooms, living room and kitchen. No apartment number, just a house plot number. No intercom facility, just a landline. No apartments down the hall with an elevator for each floor, just nosy neighbours down the street. That's the good thing about Bangalore. Not anymore though. It should be fun to watch the folks attend their first Building Maintenance meeting.
We will also be in India right in the middle of mango season. No more Mexican Atulfo mangos!
It promises to be an Indian summer filled with family, mangos, shopping bags and a lot of baby talk.
2 comments:
Might a recommend that you befriend a travelling flight engineer who would happen to carry spare plane parts aboard your flight to the motherland?
I see. True, very true.
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