Home again

Since I've harassed you for such a long time with a running commentary on my Great Indian Voyage, I figure that one more, last letter is due. On April 23, I took off from Delhi airport, back to safe(?) and sound home in Israel (where the mere fact that you exist is reason enough to try to blow you sky-high, as opposed to India, where the mere fact that you exist is reason enough to shake your hand).

Now, there is one thing that is vitally important for me to point out to each and every one of you, just in case it is not crystal clear to all and sundry. This bit of earth-shaking importance is: I CAN STAND ON MY HEAD. (Can't really stay up there more than a few seconds, mind you, but still - I've gone the distance and actually got both feet up off the ground, which was no small feat...)

Other than that, I can tell you that I spent my last few Indian days in Delhi, with a friend from the TTC course. We went on a shopping spree with one more girl from the same course, in the dress shops of Jaipur, and let me tell you - girls buying clothes go through the same wild-eyed rush in India as anywhere else you may think of. We actually had a driver who toted us from one shop to the next, and patiently waited while we measured and modeled, hour after hour, until the wee little hours of the evening (when the shop-keepers were each praying to their own individual gods for these crazy women to go away). If ever there was a saint of patience, it is Ashok, who did the driving and - more importantly - the waiting.

So now I am back home, and I have to keep remembering that - no, I don't need to get my personal roll of toilet paper from my bag whenever I go to the toilet. And suddenly, there are so many more things to think about. Besides mere existence, there are all kinds of things to take care of, that go along with running a home. During this time of transition, I can still see how the more basic points of existence (which were pretty much all I had to think about in India) are being slowly pushed back into my subconscious, because of all the "extras" that are crowding into my head. In a few more days, I won't even notice them, because they will no longer need my attention, as my body returns to more-or-less normal function, and my mind starts working overtime again, thinking about such mundane subjects as getting a job to support myself. So much for the simple life...

Altogether, it's been a great trip, and I really and truly expect to do it again, hopefully for a longer period of time...