I
will miss the children at SISP school. Their expressive black eyes, their
running around, their asking me to “tick” their notebooks when they do well,
their efforts to speak to me in English and to teach me Malayalam. I will miss
the kindness and hospitality that makes India a unique country. I will miss the
food, so different from the European one but still so good, with so many
ingredients never used in Europe, such as coconut (fresh, dry, milk, oil),
pineapple, mango, yogurt, clarified butter and endless spices. I will miss the
sun and the warm weather (it never really gets cold here). I will miss the
green palms, the beach and the lights of the fishermen’ boats at the horizon in
the night. I will miss jumping on a rickshaw whenever I want to. I will miss the
chai!
I
will not miss the heaps of garbage on the side of the streets and the stinky
smoke that comes out of it when they are put on fire. I will not miss the
spitting and free burping everywhere. I will not miss the stray dogs and their
endless and loud barking (especially at night), the sticky humidity or the
looks of the men on the street. I will not miss mosquitoes biting through your
clothes (yes, they manage to do that) and the electricity going off every time
it rains (but this is also charming actually).
I
know that whatever “I will not miss” won’t ever be more than “what I miss”, so
I’m sure that this is not the last time I come to India!!
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