Yesterday i wore my first saree. It wasn't even mine, but i felt quite comfortable wearing it. I think it because of all this fuss about difficulty of wearing a saree, which made me think of it as of something completely impossible, but it was not that bad. I even enjoyed it and look forward to any new occasion where i can be dressed in saree again. Next time maybe my own!
On the other hand, i haven't really assimilated that much here. I keep on being myself, a white foreigner in an aisian country. I feel at home, but i don't feel i am a part of happening, i still stand apart, look from the outside. But i love this place, and i indulge myself in work, stressful at times, but giving me satisfaction and this feeling of being needed, and important, and even adored at times. Sad to admit, but great to admit - most of my friends here are from work, like-minded people, sweet people, kind people, mad people to spend time with.
I did changed a lot, i do miss a lot of things i used to do, used to have before India, but i do not regret that once i set my mind on moving here. In fact it was the best decision i have ever made. I really found my place.
"Tears of happiness"
