Navratri has come and gone, Dussehra ended with a bang, and the next few festivals seem to be pouring in, one after another. Karva Chauth on the 30th, Halloween on the 31st, Diwali coming up on the 9th through the 13th. After that, I have to leave India for a visa run, during Thanksgiving, and the next major holiday after that, is Christmas.
I did a bit of a tour, when we first settled in our new apartment together, but it wasn’t much of a tour. I hope to do a video tour soon, but until then, here’s our bathroom!
Growing weary of friends and family, most especially my husband, claiming that bread is “junk food” and anything I make with bread (sandwiches for example) are “junk food”. Bread is a staple in many families in America, as well as other parts of the world. Whether it be sliced bread, bakery fresh bread, dinner rolls, whole wheat, or white bread. Knowing it’s definitely not junk food, I decided it’s high time to put this Indian myth to rest.
Before our marriage, DN and I would imagine what life would be like as a married couple. In one of our sappy discussions (over Facebook’s calling feature, no less) I called him पति जी or Pati Ji. Pati meaning husband, and Ji is a title given out of respect. Normally, it’s a bit out of place to call your husband by “husband”, but I was practicing my Hindi at the time, and he didn’t seem to mind. I asked him how to say “wife” in Hindi.
I wanted to talk about this on Sunday, but between my drawing commissions and housewife duties, I didn’t have the chance to. Meanwhile, I did have the opportunity to reflect on this topic a bit more. It’s a deep and ever-changing reflection, as my transformation is ongoing.