I love my India!

I have to be honest, I was never a fan of visiting India, mostly due to the people I was forced to see, and some of it was because I was glued to my parents' side. So basically, I hated everyone and everything here. But, this year's visit was different, maybe cause I was older and furthermore mature, but some things are different than what I remembered. The air may be heavily polluted, but it is also filled with so much love and laughter, something I have been yearning to feel since my very first day alive. Everyone here has so many beautiful memories to share with me of either their childhood or their loved ones, and I can't help but wonder if that would've been in my life if I hadn't moved seven seas away. I recently got to look through my parents' wedding album, and throughout the entire experience, a smile never wiped off my father's face as he recited each person's life story in the album. For what felt like an eternity, he (and eventually my uncle) shared every stupid adventure they went on as kids. I thought maybe just my dad had such an adventurous life, but when I went to see my maternal cousins, who were only a few years older than me, they had similar stories to share. And I would never admit this (well I guess I am now), but I wish I could that maybe all those years ago, my parents didn't decide to pack up and move away from all our loved ones. I know that I can never move back from the U.S and permanently stay in India, so I think I'll have to settle for coming to see my family every two years.