Chutney Pudi

America never ceases to amuse me. All the more as days go by and I think I fairly know what the culture is like here. I am amazed at how people make friends, how quickly people start associations like girlfriend-boyfriend, significant other etc. I had an exchange student coming to my university last quarter. Within two days, she was calling a classmate of ours as her boyfriend. Woah, isn't that light speed?

As I stand bedazzled by their speeds, I wonder why we are slow. Our lives are so different. I still remember the first few days of my life here. I was just bothered about whether mom's Chutney Pudi had reached safely, whether the Parachute coconut oil I brought along hadn't leaked and how I should plan on calling my distant cousin to come and get me some Anna-Sambaar! Long Transatlantic calls in the night to mom telling her how much I miss her, asking how my darling sister is doing at her studies and how dad's health is...