What I remember when I think of home -
The taste of tamarind in my mouth
Stickiness of mangoes
The gritty feeling of mud in my mouth
The heat
The welcome relief of monsoon rains
The smell of sweat when walking in the crowd
The smell of food, perfuming the air
The constant honking of cars passing by
Squealing children
The feeling of being home
The sweat drops on my skin
The way the hair sticks to the back of the neck and the cool feeling when there is a slight breeze
The way my nails are always black by the end of the day
Walking with my sister in the evening, cracking silly jokes, knowing I will have to leave her again, knowing that I wont see her for a few years and pretending at the same time I dont have to go.
About Me
- Viki
- Female, Brown, Married, Not a student anymore, Moved to Canada from India, Love food, Was allergic to Chocolate, Not anymore, Sarcastic, Hullabaloo is my favourite word! I like British, Australian and Irish accents - particularly on men! Am phobic to creepy crawly-s, Cannot dance to save my life! I have an arch enemy.
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4 comments:
Mud in your mouth????
It must be painful missing your family and the home of your heart. When your child comes, remember that all the little everyday things you will do in his or her life will one day be the stuff of wistful memory.
Vi - what can I say, I remember eating mud and chalk. Cant remember what chalk tasted like...
laura - yes, true. Things that I wont pay attention to will be in my child's memory...Weird
tamarinds, YUM. i remember getting those in mexico but they call them tamarindos.
r
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