It’s All About The Memories
I always look forward to the summer vacation; I look forward to being free from studies and tuitions, a time when I can just be my selves, relaxing, and pursuing hobbies. It is that time of the year, when my parents too, loosen up and allow their kids to do what they want to do. My family planned an 18 days of trip to India. We were going to India after 4 years to bring my grandparents back to USA. I was really excited and counting my days as we planned for the most awaiting trip. We planned to travel through airways. That was like an icing to a cake because this was my second experience through air and I had great expectations.
Finally the end to my countdown and the day when I was going to fly in the air. We were at the airport 2 hours before our flight timings. It was a total new scenario for me. As soon as the clock struck 12 we boarded our flights. Unlike trains, airplanes had a systematic seating arrangement, perfect punctual timings as well as great hospitality. I was impressed by the way air hostess greeted us on our boarding. We were served delicious food and creamy coffee as the flight boarded. It took 18 hours to reach our destination.
We were received by our close cousins and my grandparents on New Delhi airport. They were overwhelmed to see us all because we meet for the first time in last four years. We were welcomed with immense happiness to their place. After having a short conversation with them we were guided to our rooms where we got freshen up and had a nap before we can plan ahead on our vacation. Then around 7’o clock we were served dinner followed by a short get together with close families. Everybody was enjoying their time talking about the olden times. This brings a big smile on my face. Next morning, my dad was doing some paper work for the immigration and I was planning where we should go after he got done with his work. After 30 minutes we decided to go to mall and shop.
I was constantly impressed by kindness of these people who live so simply and with such contentment and grace. The two weeks I spent in India were more wonderful than I ever could have imagined. So many little things I had forgotten came back to me so vividly. Before my trip to India, I think I had been afraid that I had lost the Indian part of myself, just as I had lost my Indian citizenship. But now I see that this is not true. After four years of living as an American, it only took seconds to reconnect to my past, and I know my Indian heritage will always be a strong part of my personal identity. I have experienced life through two different lenses: one, as had spending 13 years of my life in India, and the other, as a fortunate young woman in America. There was one poor little boy trying to sell old magazines on the street, and it made me angry to see tourists taking his photo. I wished so much that I could help him and so many others like him. I feel so lucky that I had the chance to return to India, not as a tourist, but as a guest in a wonderful country where I could learn so much about myself and the role I hope to play in the world.
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