18.2.16

First weekend of my India trip | Travel Thursday



After a very long flight and no sleep for three days I finally got some rest. It wasn't enough though, early in the morning my baby cousin (Shaniya) woke me up. I played around with her for a bit and went downstairs for breakfast. I had a Chai tea, which is the traditional Indian breakfast. Later on, I got ready went around the neighborhood and said hello to cousins. After lunch I was waiting for my uncle to come and drive me home. I spent some time with grandma and some other older women. They were all surrounded around me and spoken fluent Kadodi and I replied to them in Marathi. By the end of our conversation, I got pretty good at talking in Kadodi too. They literally brought back my past memory! I went home later on met lots of family members again all day. My favorite cousin gave me a beef Vada pav. My first Vada pav after 3 and half years. It tasted really good I enjoyed every bit of it! A Vada pav is basically a deep fried Potato (beef) patty in between two slices of bread. It's almost like the Indian version of a burger, although it tastes very different. Then two my best friends came to meet me. I spent almost 2 hours talking to them. I was so happy that we connected instantly. They told me a lot of stories that I had missed on over the years. I couldn’t really relate as I missed college phrase with them but I could definitely understand them. As I have known them for over 12 years. It was a very busy day just meeting everyone. Then I got a throat infection later on at night. So I didn't eat dinner my grandpa suspected that I got the infection due to the oily Vada pav I had. Opes!! I wouldn’t say it was worth it but I didn't regret it. 

Outfit details- Top: Old navy, Blazer:Forever 21, Jeans: Hollister, Boots- DSW, Necklace-Forever 21
In my old room
Lunch
When you eat a Vada Pav after years!
Tank top and top- Forever 21, Bracelet- Canada trip memory purchase, pearl crown Mazzoni Jewelers and jeans Hollister 

Next day I woke up early to attend 3rd mass at the Holy Spirit church. I didn’t quite enjoy the mass because I had to watch it from a TV with at least 50 other people. For a while I felt like I was just sitting in my living room here in Michigan and watching an old Sunday mass on YouTube. When it snows a lot my dad does that on a Sunday. Ha-ha! After mass I felt the difference there was a huge crowd. I got home and my house was full of guest. I had a very quick but one of my favorite breakfasts spread. On this very day I felt in love with Jalebis all over again. During middle school days my Grandfather (Baba) used to bring Jalebis for me almost every day in the morning. Whenever anyone asked me what I like to eat. I shamelessly answered Jalebi. At times I received two-three packets of Jalebis in the morning. There were many guests at my house but my cousin sneak me out of the house and took me on a super long drive. The songs in his car were mixer of old and new ones. I had a blast everything around looked very different and I was just trying to take it all in. I kind of got emotional because I knew I’m going to go back in a month and this day and drive will be just a memory. I have couple videos from the car I watch them over and over again and I go right back to that very moment. Later on I went to my cousin’s fiance's house to meet him and his family I also had a lot of Jalebi there. You know can’t say no to Jalebis. In the afternoon my cousin comes with his fiance it was great meeting her she is wonderful young lady. Then I went out with my cousin to her friend’s houses for her wedding invitations. In the evening my friends came over it was great to catch up! We had an amazing dinner cooked by my uncle and aunt. It ended up with a long conversation. I couldn’t have asked for a better weekend. Next Thursday I will share an excited first week!
            
Top from American Eagles, Skirt- Wet seal, Black stocking's- Calvin Klein,Sling bag- Charlotte russe, watch- Micheal Kors rose gold, Boots- Forever21  

Car Ride
School Friends
Dinner

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