on monday, i opted to stay home. i worked out with rheea and then spent most of the rest of the day taking care of things. i had a long phone call with my mommy and set up a skype session with my little sister in hawaii. our cousin and auntie ended up joining in and the morning ended up full of catching up with my ohana in the bay area and in hawaii.
i worked on blogging, job searching, and doing my laundry.
tuesday, we picked up pishi and went to koramangla. we looked at a boutique for a dress for the second day of pd's wedding for rheea. after considering some dress options, we went to lunch at kobe sizzlers. i had beef for the first time since being here! the cow is a sacred animal here so beef is not too common. you know, to be honest, i haven't missed it really. i think i'm just always so excited when i can eat an entire meal here. it is a bit of a rarity.
after lunch, we went to commercial street so rheea and i could change out our sarees and get our blouses tailored. so, here's the sad truth: it is more or less official [although, i think i'm still in denial, which is ridiculous] but there seems to be no way to move my ticket so i can stay for the wedding. this is tragic news. i adore pd and carlos and would love to stay for their wedding. plus, pushing back the inevitable time of leaving my yobo, rheea, is always better. and, practical-wise, how often am i going to have the opportunity in life to go to an indian wedding of someone i know IN INDIA. sadface. plus... i have a pretty sari. like a really pretty sari. the one i had before was pretty but in a different way. now, i've changed it to this shocking pink georgette with black and gold detailing. it's kind of gorg. sigh. so yes, that's the good and bad news. good news: beautiful sari is in hand [because the consensus is that i should own at least one pretty sari from india, regardless of whether or not i'll be attending the wedding]. bad news: it seems to be 99.9999% fact that i will not be attending the wedding. in fact, my stupid flight happens to be like 10-12 hours before the ceremony begins. ironic, right? sigh. i am super blessed to be in india at all and i am reminding myself that i have no right to be sad about such business but it would be a lie if i didn't admit to slightly going through the stages of grief. currently, i am in denial.
nonetheless, we had a lovely afternoon out and about. the sun was draining and rheea was nursing quite the headache by the time we came home. we came home to find a feverish arun curled up on the couch. he rested and we all played some scrabble before then heading to bhumika's house for dinner.
this was really very very lovely, truly. like maybe one of my favorite nights in india so far. which may sound funny because we just went for dinner BUT bhumika's family is sweet, her home is warm and inviting, the authentic down home delicious karnataka food her mom made was a meal i could sit and eat for forever, the conversations were fluid and lively and everyone was on the same page, and we simply sat around eating, talking, and sharing lots of good words with bhumika's family and her quite charming best friend, manasee, and her best friend's equally charming husband, jitesh.
it was just a very sweet time. at my best, i am a simple girl; lovely people, good food, energized conversation everyone can participate in, and the warmth of a heart-filled home: this is stuff my dreams are made of.
i worked on blogging, job searching, and doing my laundry.
tuesday, we picked up pishi and went to koramangla. we looked at a boutique for a dress for the second day of pd's wedding for rheea. after considering some dress options, we went to lunch at kobe sizzlers. i had beef for the first time since being here! the cow is a sacred animal here so beef is not too common. you know, to be honest, i haven't missed it really. i think i'm just always so excited when i can eat an entire meal here. it is a bit of a rarity.
after lunch, we went to commercial street so rheea and i could change out our sarees and get our blouses tailored. so, here's the sad truth: it is more or less official [although, i think i'm still in denial, which is ridiculous] but there seems to be no way to move my ticket so i can stay for the wedding. this is tragic news. i adore pd and carlos and would love to stay for their wedding. plus, pushing back the inevitable time of leaving my yobo, rheea, is always better. and, practical-wise, how often am i going to have the opportunity in life to go to an indian wedding of someone i know IN INDIA. sadface. plus... i have a pretty sari. like a really pretty sari. the one i had before was pretty but in a different way. now, i've changed it to this shocking pink georgette with black and gold detailing. it's kind of gorg. sigh. so yes, that's the good and bad news. good news: beautiful sari is in hand [because the consensus is that i should own at least one pretty sari from india, regardless of whether or not i'll be attending the wedding]. bad news: it seems to be 99.9999% fact that i will not be attending the wedding. in fact, my stupid flight happens to be like 10-12 hours before the ceremony begins. ironic, right? sigh. i am super blessed to be in india at all and i am reminding myself that i have no right to be sad about such business but it would be a lie if i didn't admit to slightly going through the stages of grief. currently, i am in denial.
nonetheless, we had a lovely afternoon out and about. the sun was draining and rheea was nursing quite the headache by the time we came home. we came home to find a feverish arun curled up on the couch. he rested and we all played some scrabble before then heading to bhumika's house for dinner.
this was really very very lovely, truly. like maybe one of my favorite nights in india so far. which may sound funny because we just went for dinner BUT bhumika's family is sweet, her home is warm and inviting, the authentic down home delicious karnataka food her mom made was a meal i could sit and eat for forever, the conversations were fluid and lively and everyone was on the same page, and we simply sat around eating, talking, and sharing lots of good words with bhumika's family and her quite charming best friend, manasee, and her best friend's equally charming husband, jitesh.
it was just a very sweet time. at my best, i am a simple girl; lovely people, good food, energized conversation everyone can participate in, and the warmth of a heart-filled home: this is stuff my dreams are made of.
Nothing to add from an Indian perspective. Fabulous Bhumika Anand is the last word.
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