“Forgetting”

Having a long distance relationship has, as I have talked about before, some rather odd quirks, and the situation presents thoughts and feelings that there would never be the opportunity for in a normal relationship.  I want to keep sharing these little tit-bits because I’m sure there are others out there, perhaps experiencing the same sort of things, that might find this reassuring.

Now, I mean this in the nicest most loving way possible, and I know it will probably be read into in the wrong way by some, but maybe others will understand . . when we are apart for a long time we tend to forget one another.  I don’t mean forget as in completely remove the other’s existence from ones brain, but I’ll be honest, there is only so far that you can stretch that old saying that “absence makes the heart grow fonder”.

It goes a little bit like this . . .

Day 0 – the day I see him, after leaving him – Happy, even eurphoric, still buzzing from having seen him and enjoying time together.

Day 1 –  Telling myself I should be grateful for yesterday, holding onto that feeling the tiniest bit – but its not really working, the inner moping begins.

Day 2 – Feeling of loss has well and truly set in, fully moping (inwardly – wouldn’t let others know how I’m feeling) start trying to re-evaluate life – I need a new job, I need a new life, I need to be with Babu – how do we make this happen (this one goes over and over, how do we make this happen!!??)

Day 3 – have usually spoken on the phone to Babu by now, so felling a little better, but begrudging the fact we are back to a phone  relationship, this pisses me off. repeat day 2.

One year on

This is us . .the faces behind the story

A year ago, India, it’s people, it’s culture, meant nothing to me, I didn’t care for it – it didn’t interest nor concern me. India, was a far away place that bore no relevance to me.

A year ago I don’t think I had ever really spoken to an Indian, and because of where I live had no exposure to Indian culture.

Then I met Babu.

My eyes were opened to this wonderful, exciting, world, culture, that before then I knew nothing of.

In the last year I have learnt a lot, since knowing Babu I have made it my business to learn about his world, so I thought I’d write a little about what I’ve learnt. By all means what I know now is still minimal but it is still a whole lot more than I knew before, and, a year on I am still at the beginning if a long and interesting journey, which soon will take me to India.

The infectious Indian head wobble

Yes, the Indian head wobble, I caught it whilst on holiday and I just cant shift it!

I’ve always been a fan of it, there’s a lot of Indian guys in finance in my workplace and you could often catch me watching them intently across the dining room at lunch watching for that little wobble, it brings me joy- I know, it’s silly, but i guess it reminds me of Babu as well. It’s just unique.

So what does it mean?