A Few of My Favorite Things




We are more than half way through our third year in India. For me, I would say this can be a tumultuous time. I ride the “I love it and I never want to leave/how can I stay another day” roller coaster often. Truthfully, sometimes daily. Part of this is timing-the things I loved about India when I first arrived have now started to lose their glow and we are definitely in “the grind” part of the year at school. Nevertheless, there are wonderful things in front of us on a daily basis-just need to take the time to notice.

Here are a few of my Indian favorites:

Fresh milk. Delivered at our door step. 2 liters 3 times a week. From an expat Swiss cow.

Color. There is color everywhere. Saris. Doors. Plants. Often, it is covered in a thick coat of grime, but the beauty is there.

The Ocean. We used to live two blocks from the Arabian Sea. Now, we’re further away, but almost any decent car ride involves a glimpse of the ocean and 45 minutes on a flight will take you to gorgeous beaches.

Repairing Things. Get a hole in your shirt? Need your favorite shoes resoled? Have a noticeably absent thigh gap that causes your jeans to become threadbare in embarrassing places? Nothing is disposable and everything can be reconstructed. For about a $1.50.

The word “walla” I love that you can add the word walla to almost any other word and suddenly you have the person in charge of something. There’s the Puncture Walla, the Egg Walla, the Book Walla, etc…

Delivery. You can get anything delivered. Cold beer, ice cream, dinner, groceries, and pretty much anything in between can show up on your doorstep.

The Weather. It’s raining or it’s sunny depending on the month. No need to check the weather daily.

The Head Nod. Or waggle. Everyone in our family does it now, unintentionally.

The Snack Man. He’s like the Charles Chips of India. He stops by three times a week offering Indian snacks, eggs, and bread.

The British influence. My children (especially the youngest) tend to refer to the tumble dry, the tap, porridge, people troubling her, disturbing her, and paining her. She may be a bit dramatic, but it is so much easier to listen to in her American-British-Indian accent.

There are so many more wonderful, culturally deeper things about India. But for the day to day? These top my list.



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