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Feels Like India

Posted by on February 21, 2012

A fellow blogger is heading to India with her husband to meet his relatives and visit his homeland in a few weeks. We were chatting  about the anxieties surrounding such a trip and I thought I’d spend a few posts sharing my thoughts. I have a midterm tomorrow so I’ve set the timer–can I write a whole post in 20 minutes?!*

Things I’ve felt when journeying within India…

View of slums out of the plane window

The first time I went to India, Varun and I got engaged. I was young and head over heels in love and blissfully ignorant. While our trip was exciting, invigorating, amazing, entertaining and well-worth it, there were times when I felt isolated and sad. Being unable to speak the language made me feel stupid, incompetent and embarrassed. Being unsure and obviously out of place made me feel shy and self-conscious. I grew tired of people staring at me and inwardly wondered why people couldn’t just act like me.

At the same time, being welcomed heartily by my new family and accepting gifts and chai and hugs and smiles from strangers made me feel loved and accepted. I felt humbled knowing that people loved me not because they could understand me or talk with me, but because Varun loved me and that was enough for them. I felt cherished and protected by Varun, his sister and his parents as they showed me new sites, dressed me in local clothes and enveloped me with warmth, caring and laughter.

On later trips, India has had the faint echo of home. The cacophony of honking traffic and aggressive vendors invokes in me feelings of familiarity and joy. As I’ve rejoined the 1.2 billion people that make up the mosaic of India, I feel apprehensive and excited; I long to be accepted and yet…I deeply fear it.

When I observe Varun bargaining wildly with a rickshaw driver or chatting with relatives I feel relaxed knowing that he is where he belongs. At the same time, I feel tense to see his ease contrasted with my dis-ease, to see his quick laughter and familiarity in settings that perplex me. Wonder and confusion and curiosity flood my heart to see the man I love in a place so foreign to me; yet it’s the place that reverberates with many of the songs and colors and ideas that endear Varun to me.

*Nope, couldn’t do it. It took 27 minutes. Oh well. If I do poorly on my exam, at least I’ll have something to blame…

7 Responses to Feels Like India

  1. Sara

    You can blame me. 🙂 I love the post, though! It puts words on feelings I had in the background but hadn’t really pulled up close to investigate. I especially liked how you articulated the dichotomy of his ease and your dis-ease, and how you were glad to see him in a setting that’s so important for him, but that it’s hard because that same setting can be uncomfortable for you.

  2. Team Oyeniyi

    We all manage, those of us who venture into the unknown……

  3. nicole neesby

    i love your honesty here, dear.

    and seriously. you are so so gorgeous.


    • Amelia

      aww thanks! welcome to the blog! I checked out yours and I love all of your photos!!! you are a great photographer 🙂

  4. Spops

    I loved reading this one.

  5. shellieos (@shellieos)

    Love Varun’s expression in the last picture.

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