I arrived in Melbourne at 7 a.m. yesterday, after a long flight from Mumbai via Dubai. I left Mumbai at 4.20 a.m Sunday morning, arrived in Dubai three hours later, waited for four hours, then boarded my 13 hour flight to Melbourne. I normally come home via Singapore, but the flight with Emirates via Dubai was the cheapest one this time.
Then, it was another two hour drive to my parent’s house, east of Melbourne. Both my parents (who had gotten out of bed at 4 a.m. to pick me up from the airport) and I were exhausted!
To welcome me home, mum cooked a huge, typical Australia meal of roast chicken and vegetables. It was delicious.
Being back in Australia is going to take some time to get used to though. For a start, dinner time is much earlier here than in India. Dinner was served before 7 p.m. last night. At that time in India, I’d normally be munching on a vada pav, to take away my hunger before making dinner much later, at around 10 p.m.!
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I must see a demonstration (and learn a few tips) next time I’m in Delhi! I rate bhangra much higher than head wobbling.
Oh, I can handle spicy day in and day out–my dad’s side of the family is from Texas, so I grew up eating Tabasco hot sauce from a spoon as a toddler!
But comfort food for me would definitely be blander food like mashed potatoes, pasta, or cheese…
Sharell, I’ll try putting some chili powder in my mashed potatoes next time and see how my hubby likes it!
Chill! It’s not like I won a ‘Best Film’ award at the Cannes. Dating has been a part and parcel of my life since I was a schoolkid.
…and my parents aren’t the type who’d choose a girl for me. Plus, I am a true blue bohemian, too hedonistic for the wait-till-marriage ideology.
Hahahahaha!
I was at an experimental phase, wanted to try out what being a ‘grass eater’ would be like. As for sensitivity, I’m trying. Trying to get rid of thug image I created back home.
Hav a good tym in Australia Sharell!Njoy urself to da hilt wid frienz & family!Wen I was a kid,my mum used 2 sing a Punjabi song ,wenever she wud run out of bedtime stories(I heard dem till I was bout 8 or 9) & I rememver she often got emotional while singing it.Now,after I’ve got married & left my parental abode,I know da reason.Everytym I visit my parents in Delhi,wenever its tym 2 cm back,da song keeps ringing in my head.It goes lyk:Sadda chidiyan da chamba ve,Babal assa udh jana.
Saddi lambi udari ve,Babal kede des jana? A daughter tells her dad dat r houz is lyk a nest & I’m da little bird who will soon fly away.Mine will be a long flight,but leaving u,leaving my houz wer will I go?
So,while u r in Aus. live every moment to da fullest,coz u also know dat it will be a long while b4 u’ll cm der again…
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