Coming home

Finally we were on our way home. We woke up at 3:30 am to catch our train. Had a miserable train ride, in my cheapness we had gotten the train where 19 people crowd onto benches in each section. I was pissed. And hot. And got train sick. For over 6 hours. We had a 4 and a half hour lay over in Delhi. By this point all I had eaten was a bag of chips, I had slept less than 4 hours, it was hot/ I was dirty, crabby, ready to be home, and frustrated. Sitting on the floor of the train station I just wanted to be left alone. I wanted the people to stop looking at me and I did not want to talk to them. I gave some boys in their early 20s the most disgusted look I could when I caught them staring at me and talking about me. I was so mad. It was just from being harassed by the sellers, and pushed, and stared at, and talked to so much over our trip,  and the lack of sleep and food. I was ready to cry when an Indian family sat down next to me and first just stared at me, then talked about me, and then sent the kids over to talk to me. I have never felt so resentful of kids before. I did not want to talk to them. I did not think they were cute. Smiling was the most I could do. I knew I was being a brat and that it wasn’t their fault but all I wanted was to be left alone. But this is India so I wasn’t. After the kids “paved the way” the parents came and “talked to me”. As in they sat in a circle around me and when figuring out I don’t speak hindi, just talked to each other about me. Sometimes pointing, sometimes trying to ask me things by saying the words slowly. Which I still didn’t understand and felt ready to cry. I felt like I was on display and had to just smile. Then they left. But by that point another family had joined them. A mom and her two little kids. Who I was not the least bit interested in. I listened to the girl count to 100 (one two twelve, one three thirteen, ect…) smiling and nodding. But then my heart melted. 

And I fell in love. The little boy was two. And he is adorable and pretty quickly he had me wrapped around his finger. I mean seriously look at that face! How cute is he?! And instantly my mood changed. I was talkative, trying to communicate with the mom and daughter. Playing, tickling and laughing. 

Katie woke up and drew the girl and the little boy. I played with them for a couple hours. The mom bought me coffee (which may have really been the reason for the mood change: sugar and caffeine).

Once I was happy again, the best moments were when he just came and slumped against me and rested, and when his laughing face was inches from mine. 

He started running full speed at me and then jumping into my arm and his little face was just too cute! I loved him. The girl was beautiful and after a bit she came and cuddled too. I loved it.

She was maybe 8. So cute. I love them, its so hard that I’ll never see them again. That I could so quickly fall in love with them and their gone forever.

After that we had another 7 and something hours on a train. At one point the train was filled with singing and clapping. Gotta love India. And it smelled horrible. The worst India has ever smelled. The farm is just an oasis. Being back is so good. It was a wonderful trip full of fun memories but I’m glad to be back and to have more purpose in my life!