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31 -- Notes from our Correspondents in India
NOTE: This blog is a continuing dialog between the two faces of rilla. The identity crisis is explained (if such a thing is possible) in the first edition. Click here to read: 1 -- Introduction
Rilla: Yuck! It’s sticky…
rilla: Mm…so pleasant…
Rilla: Ick…sweaty…
rilla: Such a lovely breeze and the ceiling fan’s on…
Rilla: Pouring rain…again!
rilla: Falling water…so soothing …I love the sound of rain…don’t you love the pitter-patter…
Rilla: Everything’s wet and musty and mouldy…
rilla: Everything’s green and clean and fresh…
Rilla: Nothing dries, my towel’s damp, my jeans are moist…the smell…
rilla: …of fresh rain on warm soil…lovely…
Rilla: NOTHING I HATE MORE THAN…
rilla: NOTHING I LOVE MORE THAN…
rilla, Rilla: THE MONSOON IN INDIA!
Rilla: So what are we doing here?
rilla: I don’t know…you organized this trip…what are we doing here?
Rilla: I don’t know about you, but I’m here to help Mom sell the house and move to California with us…
rilla: California! After fifty years in India! So that’s what all that paperwork was about…
Rilla: Some of it, yes…and she’s making the rounds of specialists…eye surgeon for cataract removal,
dentist for root canals and dentures
,
hearing-aids…
rilla: Wow! She’s agreed to a lot!
Rilla: We’re calling it the ‘extreme makeover!’
rilla: You’ve been busy!
Rilla: TELL ME ABOUT IT!
rilla: Lot’s of stress, huh?
Rilla: TELL ME ABOUT IT!
rilla: Got your back all bent out of shape with worry, huh?
Rilla: TELL ME ABOUT IT!
rilla: Brain twisted into a knot too from the looks of it…
Rilla: TELL…
rilla: Earth calling…earth to Rilla… zap out of zombie mode …NOW!
Rilla: Huh? What just happened?
rilla: Hey…looks like you’ve been busy…the camera’s full of pictures…
Rilla: Oh, that…that’s nothing…
rilla: SeethaPhul and cheekoos…my favorite fruit!
Rilla: Too sweet for me…
rilla: I’m so glad I’m here…who knows it may be the last time…kind of sad you know, this is my hometown…got to lap it all up…
Rilla: Don’t be ridiculous, this isn’t the town we left…it was so different then…this town doesn’t remotely resemble my hometown…
rilla: Good grief…lighten up, will you…it’s not just Mom having an extreme makeover…
Rilla: Well there’s a reason I left, you know…
rilla: What exactly is putting you in such a sour mood…
Rilla: Guests…they’re always dropping by…never call first…always the random visitor…
or two…
no thought that just maybe you’re so JETLAGGED you might want take a nap…
rilla: I love that! You’re never lonely…people free enough to drop by and pay a visit and they never come empty handed…always something yummy…
Rilla: …and the traffic…
rilla: The traffic is bad nowadays…
Rilla: Chaos….
rilla: It’s such dance……poetry in motion, a river flowing…every bit of the road utilized … every little space occupied… such diversity… rickshaws…
Rilla: …lorries spewing black fumes…
rilla: …scooters with entire families…
Rilla: …pedestrians taking their lives in their hands just crossing the street…
rilla: …interesting murals…
and you have to admit that traffic rules are obeyed much more now than ever in the past…
Rilla: …changes everywhere…
rilla: …love is in the air…
Rilla: You’re such a romantic… you make me puke…
rilla: You’re such a cynic…you make me laugh… if you didn’t love being here… why on earth would you be taking so many lovely pictures…?
rilla: Mm…so pleasant…
Rilla: Ick…sweaty…
rilla: Such a lovely breeze and the ceiling fan’s on…
Rilla: Pouring rain…again!
rilla: Falling water…so soothing …I love the sound of rain…don’t you love the pitter-patter…
Rilla: Everything’s wet and musty and mouldy…
rilla: Everything’s green and clean and fresh…
Rilla: Nothing dries, my towel’s damp, my jeans are moist…the smell…
rilla: …of fresh rain on warm soil…lovely…
Rilla: NOTHING I HATE MORE THAN…
rilla: NOTHING I LOVE MORE THAN…
rilla, Rilla: THE MONSOON IN INDIA!
Rilla: So what are we doing here?
rilla: I don’t know…you organized this trip…what are we doing here?
Rilla: I don’t know about you, but I’m here to help Mom sell the house and move to California with us…
rilla: California! After fifty years in India! So that’s what all that paperwork was about…
Rilla: Some of it, yes…and she’s making the rounds of specialists…eye surgeon for cataract removal,
dentist for root canals and dentures
, hearing-aids…
rilla: Wow! She’s agreed to a lot!
Rilla: We’re calling it the ‘extreme makeover!’
rilla: You’ve been busy!
Rilla: TELL ME ABOUT IT!
rilla: Lot’s of stress, huh?
Rilla: TELL ME ABOUT IT!
rilla: Got your back all bent out of shape with worry, huh?
Rilla: TELL ME ABOUT IT!
rilla: Brain twisted into a knot too from the looks of it…
Rilla: TELL…
rilla: Earth calling…earth to Rilla… zap out of zombie mode …NOW!
Rilla: Huh? What just happened?
rilla: Hey…looks like you’ve been busy…the camera’s full of pictures…
Rilla: Oh, that…that’s nothing…
rilla: SeethaPhul and cheekoos…my favorite fruit!
Rilla: Too sweet for me…
rilla: I’m so glad I’m here…who knows it may be the last time…kind of sad you know, this is my hometown…got to lap it all up…
Rilla: Don’t be ridiculous, this isn’t the town we left…it was so different then…this town doesn’t remotely resemble my hometown…
rilla: Good grief…lighten up, will you…it’s not just Mom having an extreme makeover…
Rilla: Well there’s a reason I left, you know…
rilla: What exactly is putting you in such a sour mood…
Rilla: Guests…they’re always dropping by…never call first…always the random visitor…
or two…
no thought that just maybe you’re so JETLAGGED you might want take a nap…
rilla: I love that! You’re never lonely…people free enough to drop by and pay a visit and they never come empty handed…always something yummy…
Rilla: …and the traffic…
rilla: The traffic is bad nowadays…
Rilla: Chaos….
rilla: It’s such dance……poetry in motion, a river flowing…every bit of the road utilized … every little space occupied… such diversity… rickshaws…
Rilla: …lorries spewing black fumes…
rilla: …scooters with entire families…
Rilla: …pedestrians taking their lives in their hands just crossing the street…
rilla: …interesting murals…
and you have to admit that traffic rules are obeyed much more now than ever in the past…
Rilla: …changes everywhere…
rilla: …love is in the air…
Rilla: You’re such a romantic… you make me puke…
rilla: You’re such a cynic…you make me laugh… if you didn’t love being here… why on earth would you be taking so many lovely pictures…?
You are the fabulously quirky and independent woman of character. You go your own way, follow your own drummer, take your own lead. You stand head and shoulders next to your partner, but you are perfectly willing and able to stand alone. Others might be more classically beautiful or conventionally woman-like, but you possess a more fundamental common sense and off-kilter charm, making interesting men fall at your feet. You can pick them up or leave them there as you see fit. You share the screen with the likes of Spencer Tracy and Cary Grant, thinking men who like strong women. 