Fritos and Wafers

Tonight on the subway I smelled distinctly the smell of wafer cookies. You know those pink, beige, and brown cookies that are supposed to be strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate but that really taste very much the same (eat them blindfolded and you'll see what I mean)?

So anyway, this scent was there in the subway car. I look up at the guy across from me, and he's eating a bag of Fritos with gusto. I was jealous. And I realized the smell I'd been smelling was Fritos and not wafers.

Tonight as I was doing the dishes, Winnie the Pooh came into my mind. I didn't know why until I realized that I was mindlessly staring at a piece of nectarine that had fallen into the sink earlier. It had yellow flesh and red skin. And looked like Winnie the Pooh.

A Month?! And still homesick.

It has been a month since I wrote...many apologies.

Since last writing I have returned home from India and found myself to be quite homesick for it. I discovered upon returning to Bombay after my 10 days of traveling around India that it had been Bombay I'd been homesick for. Or at least Bombay counted as enough of a home that I was no longer homesick once I was there.

So now I'm back in the States wearing kurtas and bobbing my head (if you don't know what I mean, you've never been to India or had any Indian friends) and eating entirely too much Indian food for a person who ought to be sick of Indian food because she ate it nearly everyday for 2 + months. I feel a trifle ridiculous because afterall it was only 2 + months and I've lived outside of India for over 27 years.

At any rate. I don't have too much else to report except that I took a little excursion to West Virginia with my cousins and we saw a satellite dish completely painted over with the image of Jesus.