chennai 2007

the sun's on my face, and i think of time as a long twisting line.

my heart beats a bit faster when i read this:

you are the child of immigrants, like millions before you - cary tennis

Fruit Market in Calcutta

So my aunt took me around North Calcutta, the old part of Cal the other day. We had a marvelous day, that started in one of the oldest fruit markets in the city. We had a blast getting ripped off for our fruits, but the best was when my aunt asked someone to point us to where the mangoes were. Mangoes are traditionally best in the summer time, and I had been complaining that I hadn't had a decent mango since I began visiting during the winter only.

my aunt: where are the mangoes?
random vendor: madame, the mangoes are in the jungle!

Streets of Mumbai

Sunset Over Mumbai

just finished

Jhumpa Lahiri's Unaccustomed Earth. I wasn't expecting to love it as much as I did, especially since her previous works didn't speak to me so much. The stories in this book were so honest, and some of the lines just slid into my brain like they were always there. I think Deeps was saying how you saw yourself in almost every character. I didn't understand that until I read it. I wonder if our experience as immigrants and children of immigrants is that universal?

Thirty seconds in Patna: my first movie

Couldn't get this to work on my travelblog, but this is my first movie made EVER. with like sounds. I am falling in love with my Mac all over again.