Nilgiri Hills India 2006/07🌍
India time if you have travelled to this amazing country you will know what I mean☺
In this picture I am waiting for my daily bus to show up which usually is up to a hour late which I became accustomed too.
Once the bus does turn up it's a mad dash it's on for young and old to claim your seat amongst farm animals,businesman,agricultural workers and even the local yogis🙏
This trip was my first International Community Development Project to Tamil Nadu Southern India where I lived with a host family for 3 months volunteering on local grass roots environmental projects🌎
It was a life changing experience and was a stepping stone for my passion for helping communities in need.
The local community welcomed me with open arms, I experienced Indian weddings,milking cows,loud festivals through to going to hospital days with Delhi Belly.
India is a magical country I love the smell of fresh herbs and spices,the taste of a piping hot Masala chai tea🍵
The one experience that stands out for me is The Barber Shop💇 as myself and my friend walked into the sounds of cheering and yelling there was a one day cricket match on Australia vs India
I asked for a traditional cut throat shave as I sat down this old man comes up with leather hands and wobbles his head The old man lathered my face up which felt and smelt like deet my face burned my eyes watered and just when I thought it was finished I was getting elbows in my back my friend laughed with glee ☺ but I knew what he was in for as he was next up😉
As we both left the Barber shop we looked at each other and laughed with a head wobble to boot we need a kingfisher🍺
Travel local,Spend time learning the Culture and get off the beaten track👍
Put India on your bucket list you will not be disappointed you may even get to visit a barber shop💇
One of my grandmother’s fondest memories, that she often tells me about, was the day she was chosen from all of the little girls in the city of Doon, to present a bouquet of flowers to Pandit Nehru. Believe it, or not, he’s also one of my favourite semi-fictional characters from Indian history.
Naniji, or Mrs. Bahl, as she is mostly referred to as, was quite a rule-bender. The only one, in all of her wedded family to work after marriage, she ran the house just as much as my Nana.
Her charismatically controversial cut sleeve blouses, and those 5 inch long stilettos that she tip-toed in all day, remain quite a topic of conversation, even today.
They say, some traits (good or bad) skip a generation. My great-grandmother is said to have “शिफ़ा” or magic in her hands. Some say, she had relatives come in from far away cities just to have a meal cooked by her. While my mother surely has gotten that from her grandmother, I got word, music, dance, language, power and pride from mine.
Another reason I absolutely love Nanima, is for the times she crushes money into her palm, to hide from everyone and sneak into my pocket while she feeds me अट्टे का हलवा, then tells me not to tell anyone about it. Sorry Naniji, I couldn’t resist. .
I love you, Mrs. Bahl.🐄🐄🐄
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