After a restless night of sleep, I roused at seven-thirty. I had turned the heater off at some point in the night, so leaving the blankets took a lot of courage. I plucked my clothes from my backpack and laid them out on the bed, before turning on the shower water to allow the water to heat up.
When it came time to turn left or right, I started out turning right. The street was certainly interesting looking, but something told me I should be headed left. I turned around and to my surprise, I was staring at a stupa, a small Buddhist temple – a place of prayer and meditation.
This is the second part of my Nepal Chronicles. To see the first part, click here.
After a peaceful flight on “no-frills” IndiGo, I made my way through the customs and immigration processes in Nepal. Continue reading “My Return to Nepal: Earthquake Aftermath”
After taking the Delhi metro to the airport, I walked with my husband to the entrance of the airport where we parted with a bittersweet hug. “I’ll be back.” I said, as if I were just going into another room. When I passed through the guarded entrance, I waved goodbye and set off to find my airline and get my e-ticket printed.
So much has happened since we went to Nepal together, at the beginning of this year. I returned to the U.S. for a few months, and in that time, the devastating earthquake hit Nepal. The streets that share some of my fondest memories were cracked apart and buried in rubble. Thousands of lives were lost. I felt so helpless, half-a-world away. I ached for the people of Nepal.
At the end of our stay in Jhansi, my adopted family (the family who gave me away in my Kaanyadaan – essentially the ceremony of giving the daughter away, in a wedding) invited us over for dinner.
For a bit of history, when they agreed to give me away at my Kaanyadaan, they took me in as their own daughter. In the words of my husband, they “more than adopted” me. This is extremely special to me, and it’s important to me to get to know them and spend time with them. I always look forward to my visits with them!
The night of Diwali, just before drifting off into a deep sleep, my husband told me: “It is believed that Goddess Lakshmi, the goddess of fortune and prosperity, will come in the night and bless us with good fortune.”
A few days after resting and gathering the energy to post, I’m finally ready to talk about our Diwali! Last Diwali was a bit sad. We were not yet married, and DN went home to celebrate with his family while I stayed in our apartment and attempted to celebrate alone. This was our first married Diwali, and it was truly beautiful.
Last year, unofficially, we celebrated Karva Chauth, but this year was marks a special occasion. The first Karva Chauth after marriage is the most significant and important for the new bride.