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There's a difference between us,..I'm so glad I'm NOT in India :-)
BUT, I always found that once I did go to weird places with Mr. Z I ended up liking them after all! like the wonderful Kuala Lumpur!
I have a girlfriend with six grandchildren; THREE SETS OF TWINS! Four of the kids are natural born to her daughter and two are Indian boys adopted by her son and his Indian wife who are just entering college here. Wonderful and beautiful kids.
A lovely people.
And they even don't mind MERRY CHRISTMAS, fancy THAT :-)
Legally, my Indian nephew is not my nephew Z. He was getting his MBA at Purdue about 15 years ago when my sister contacted him regarding his published book on network hacking.
She first met his parents when he graduated from Purdue. He lived in the states for a while and would come visit us frequently, a lot of times celebrating Easter with us.
He is absolutely amazing and he became unofficially my sister's oldest child. He and her son have become closer than most brothers.
When he was married several years ago, my sister and nephew traveled to India for the wedding. It was the very first time out of the country for both of them. Culture shock would be a mild term, from what I understand. I regretted then not going with them.
Since that time, my two nephews meet often in various parts of the world. My Indian nephew surprised us when we arrived in Venice and stayed with us for a couple of days before he traveled on.
Since we had rented a small apartment directly on one of the canals, my two BIG nephews had to sleep on a small double bed. My sister and I were laughing at the two of them in that tiny bed with their feet dangling over the end of the bed, when my Indian nephew sat up and said, "And it's not the FIRST time either."
Last fall, I finally met the rest of the Indian family when they came to my sister's house for a visit.
They are truly amazing people and we all feel as though we are blood related. When I left, they all gave me the biggest hug and said, "when are you coming to visit?" as if it were just a drive across town.
So THAT's why I wish I were there. I'm sure the culture shock would be there for me, but knowing I would be staying with my Indian family would be worth it all.
I find it remarkable that some ordinary midwestern hicks seem to have such a connection with family in India.
I consider it a "God Thing".
God loves you Rita.
In more than just the general sense.
Thx Ed. That made me smile. But of course He loves us all doesn't he?
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