In Limbo

India! I've already been here for a week and it's just flown by. The minute I stepped off the plane in Mumbai I just felt so calm and right in place. Going to Vaishali Monday afternoon was comforting in its familiarity. The waiters welcomed us with broad grins and happy 'hellos.' My favorite dish was perfect, Onion Uttappa dipped in Sambar. The slight spice didn't even bother me.

Then a few days later at Madhuban eating Pav Bhaji with my mom. The waiter knew what my mom wanted right away. I ordered extra Pav and stuffed myself until I couldn't eat anymore. My Orange Mirinda helped ease the burn on my tongue and a dessert of Butterscotch ice cream soaked out the ache and created a satisfied, content feeling in my stomach.

On Sunday I went to my Tabla teacher's house to listen as the older students practiced. It was so nice to just sit and listen as the boys joked around with Aditi and played faster than I could ever hope to. Their fingers fly over the top of the Tabla and Bhaya, the sound echoing deep and strong. I've missed it.

My time here feels like I am in limbo. I love it here but I've been feeling odd, sad, uncomfortable. I'm tired all the time and stressed. I don't know what it is but I hope I work things out soon.

I can't believe Thanksgiving is the day after tomorrow. I only have a little over two weeks left in Pune and then I fly to Delhi on the 11th. My mom, Chinu, Naveen and I are going to Misoouri and Rishikesh for a couple of days before my birthday. I'm excited, I think it will be a lot of fun. I also can't wait to go home for Christmas though.

I love winter in PT. Sitting in the store by the fire and reading, going to Elevated for hot chocolate with Rosie, driving into town and seeing snowflake christmas lights hung over main street. There's such a comforting, familiar feeling to it. I'm really looking forward to it.