Narrative in India
Nimrita Chavla
October 13, 2013
The Motherland
June 10, 2012
Dear Suhaavi, It is currently six in the morning, I got up at four and I haven’t been able to sleep. I am sitting by the desk in my room. Mom is awake too, but she is reading her book on the bed. The air conditioner is right on my face and it feels so good. I haven’t really seen a lot of Delhi yet because of my jet lag and because of the extreme heat. It gets to be over a 100°F everyday. I got to know the intensity of the heat the second I walked off the flight. The moment I walked through the doors of the airplane into the tunnel, I felt a rush of hot air in my face. It felt like there was no way to escape it. I haven’t seen much of India yet but I can tell you that it is not the cleanest or calmest place. It was around ten at night last night, after I greeted my grandma and aunts, we were walking back to the car and it was a mad house. People were everywhere pushing and shoving; there was no concept of a personal bubble. It was kind of like walking through a music festival. I could smell people’s sweat and BO. I could feel my own sweat dripping down my forehead. It was the least pleasant thing to walk into from a long flight. People should really learn how to put deodorant on. There were cars everywhere honking and there were no straight traffic lines, or any traffic rules for that matter. People just drive wherever they want to, streetlights and street signs are just suggestions. No one follows any rules. I felt like we were going to die in a car crash on the way home. There is dirt everywhere, not grass. Trash is placed along every curb. I’m guessing people don’t like to use trash cans. Almost everywhere you look there is trash mixed in with the dirt. What really got to me was when we were driving back and in a traffic jam, of course. There were little children half naked and looking very dirty knocking on all the car windows begging for food. I was right by the window and one kid looked
October 13, 2013
The Motherland
June 10, 2012
Dear Suhaavi, It is currently six in the morning, I got up at four and I haven’t been able to sleep. I am sitting by the desk in my room. Mom is awake too, but she is reading her book on the bed. The air conditioner is right on my face and it feels so good. I haven’t really seen a lot of Delhi yet because of my jet lag and because of the extreme heat. It gets to be over a 100°F everyday. I got to know the intensity of the heat the second I walked off the flight. The moment I walked through the doors of the airplane into the tunnel, I felt a rush of hot air in my face. It felt like there was no way to escape it. I haven’t seen much of India yet but I can tell you that it is not the cleanest or calmest place. It was around ten at night last night, after I greeted my grandma and aunts, we were walking back to the car and it was a mad house. People were everywhere pushing and shoving; there was no concept of a personal bubble. It was kind of like walking through a music festival. I could smell people’s sweat and BO. I could feel my own sweat dripping down my forehead. It was the least pleasant thing to walk into from a long flight. People should really learn how to put deodorant on. There were cars everywhere honking and there were no straight traffic lines, or any traffic rules for that matter. People just drive wherever they want to, streetlights and street signs are just suggestions. No one follows any rules. I felt like we were going to die in a car crash on the way home. There is dirt everywhere, not grass. Trash is placed along every curb. I’m guessing people don’t like to use trash cans. Almost everywhere you look there is trash mixed in with the dirt. What really got to me was when we were driving back and in a traffic jam, of course. There were little children half naked and looking very dirty knocking on all the car windows begging for food. I was right by the window and one kid looked