Since returning unexpectedly back to Melbourne due to the tragic passing away of my Uncle David, not only do people keep asking me questions, but with each question I have one more for myself. The most common question that I am asked is - "Why India?" Exactly. Why do I want to leave my family again, and why would I want to a country like THAT? And that's a toughie to answer.
I was contemplating writing about this surreal week and all the challenges my family faced, but I'm not sure if that's appropriate for this site. This blog is my travel diary, and I feel that while I want to express to you readers (even though most of you are my family!) about how much I love David, and how much I miss him, as well as the pain and grief my mother, aunty, grandfather and cousins are experiencing - I don't think that is my place.
Why India?
I suppose living in the cushy comforts of Caulfield it's quite difficult to see why any normal Jewish girl should want to leave and complete her GAP year in a country that is supposedly infested with filth, diseases, poverty, unhealthy food, rabid animals, drugs, gurus, and, heaven forbid, israelis.... I understand that my reasoning for returning to this paradise won't suffice - but I this is an integral part of growing up and making decisions for oneself. Moreover, I really love that country. No, not to live Nana, don't worry, but the Indian people are enveloping, their culture seductive, and the land is a fascinating terrain to explore. I don't know when I'll return to visit again. As this week has reminded all of us - who knows what's around the corner.
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THIS GIRL IS ONE IN A MILLION.
(This was merely a post for all those nosy readers who read the comments without making them)
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