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Two weeks into the program, and she had befriended a couple of Jims, Evas, and Emilys.
She was spending her weekends hiking, rock climbing, attending barbeque and beer parties, and laughing at American jokes she did not understand. Her acclimatization experience did not come without some ten dozen embarrassing experiences when she made a fool of herself. She learned that light switches worked differently, bathrooms were restrooms, baths were showers, notes were bills, bills were checks, and checks were also checks.
She had dreaded dinner parties consisting of green leafy veggies fit for ruminants, turkey sandwiches, bland pizzas, chips, egg dipped cookies, cut fruits, and coke, terribly missing the daal chawal from home. She accepted that she would always be asked if India was still the land of elephants, belly dancers, and snake charmers.
She learned that she will always be that brown girl with a Rajesh Koothrapalli-like English accent.
Her house had seemed like a mansion, and that had thankfully taken her attention off her legs.
It did not seem like some 30 hours since she had labeled her name on the newly acquired American Tourister suitcases, checked her flight timing for the eighteenth time to avoid any am versus pm confusion, touched her grandparents’ feet, promised her parents she will never marry a “foreigner”, loaded the rental Tata Sumo with the suitcases while the neighbors from every balcony watched with interest, and had left for the airport.
She learned that it is actually possible to score a 90 in an exam and still be counted as below average.Expecting a Kanjivaram-clad hostess with the welcome thali of flowers and sweets was perhaps too much, but nothing had prepared her for the shortness of the shorts she found her hostess wearing.