Diary of a White Indian Housewife
Thoughts and Experiences of an Expat Living in India
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I recently read a book called Dreaming in Hindi by Katherine Russell Rich. It’s a memoir about a middle aged woman’s year long tryst learning Hindi in Udaipur. I found it quite interesting, as I’ve been learning Hindi for around four years now, with varying degrees of enthusiasm, from books and anyone who cares to chat to me. Lately though, I seem to have hit a wall. I just don’t want to learn Hindi anymore, or even speak it much….
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This is a photo of our bathroom. The bathroom is my least favourite room in the house. Despite the fact that I am quite used to it now, I was recently reminded by some visiting Americans as to why I dislike Indian bathrooms so much….
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I first encountered mosquito fogging when I lived at Hiland Park in Kolkata. One day, a badly worded notice to the residents appeared on the notice board, advising of a “consecutive fogging operation” to control the massive mosquito problem there….
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It’s taken me years, but I’ve finally ventured another step closer to being Indian. I’ve had some clothes stitched by a tailor. Now that I’ve done it, I wonder why I’ve wasted so much time and money buying ready-made clothes that don’t fit me….
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An Indian reader living abroad recently contacted me and suggested that I write a post about the mistakes Indians make, especially when behaving in a western manner. One particular story comes to mind — that of a young Indian guy from Kerala, who had never been out of his state before coming to Melbourne to study….
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“ That is not always true 
... Love it !
