For the life of me… I can’t travel light… it’s a joke how men and women travel.. but for me it’s not a joke… that shit is real and when someone ask me what’s there to pack so much I would love to bitch- slap them and then show what I actually packed… I don’t wear jeans and you know how difficult that makes my travelling?? I have big boobs and I don’t like attracting attention to them so scarfs, bra’s, Panties, tampons, panty fucking liners, tissues, towels, bed fucking sheets, did I mention books!! Yes BOOKS.. everything goes in there… what can I go without?? Apparently nothing… people call me high maintenance… bitch please these are basic for me.
I have never seen a Ocean pink in colour. The pinks don’t do justice to the images I seen but they are not too bad 🤷🏼♀️
I was recently driving through villages along with 3 more women who happend to be my grandmother, mother and my aunt. The places we were going through are very remote and so small that they dint have proper roads. they had old buildings and some are ruined. for me they were very romantic. being born and brought up in cities, some big and some small. always a city. So all these seemed very dreamy and romantic for my very romantic mind. But for grandmother it was her childhood and for my mother and aunt it was their holiday time. When we were in car or after that 3 days of small village exploring my granny could not stop talking about her younger days. About her parents her siblings and her oh so many memories. Mind you i have heard them all. When i was a child myself. When i used go to grandparents, my grandmother in tyhe evening after all her work was done she used to sit with me out in the night under the stars and tell me stories about her life while applying oil to my haior or henna to my hands or feeding me something or just massing my head. i used soak up all the stories and fall aslee along with her on the bed made with wires. after all these years i was listening to these stories and i thought i need to make a note of them so i get to tell storeies to kids later on or else i will totally forget them. wich i dont want to. My granmother one among the 9 kids and 2 in the line is one of the strongest and indipendent women i was lucky enought to meet let alone related to. So i am going make a note of her life. Only the good parts. I dont want her life to be gone in the wind. I am going put up pics and write what ever i vcan and what ever she can tell me or remember. She is around 80 . obsessed with telivision, amazing cook, especially the traditional telugu food, a loyal sister, papmperd daughter. A mother who still keep her kids under her thumb and grandmother who still pampers her grandkids inspite that they are grown. She is partial to male species. she has 4 kids. One Son followed by 3 daughtes. the 3rd child who is my mother. So obviosly she partial to her Son and 2 grandsons who are my brothers. This srory is hers. It does not matter even if no one reads it. This is about her a woman who did not what electricity was to a woman who uses a smart phone. a woman who loves travelling, perfumes, food. A woman who is so stong that she refuses to cry. Who is scared of dark but still lives alone. A woman insipte of many backlashes still manages to stand tall and strong. A woman who everyone loves but never cross that line she draws. Hope i can do justice to her stories and to her in some way.
See those 3 crows sitting.. and see my plate of amazing fish and chips… those crows were Planning a war on me who was alone. Those three and there were 4 more in various places around me. Those bitches stated slowly coming toward me one by one from all the sides. No amount of shooing was working. I was getting little scared but I was not willing to let them win. Those bitchy conieving bastards.
Thank god for the guy who came and rescued me. He did nothing he just sat near another table and those fuckers left. My Hero 😍
NOTE: India is not as cheap as you think. If you have money we have awesome stuff. You dont want to spend and complain that your not getting good stuff/stay??Doesnt work like that here. We Indians or most of us think that forigners are exotic. Personally I like everyone I mean apart from many I dont i.e. I meet lot people when am travelling and i have some good friens who are of different skin tones. What i hear from “most” of them is how bad India is or how sick and tired of India they are. Or how Indians try to sell them stuff or gawk at them or try to talk or pesture them with pics or how dirty India is or how desparate we are.
Maybe its all true. It is true I suppose. Because they do that to us too. Like gawking if we dont wear appropriate cloths or behave weriedly if we travelling alone or try to sell stuff(thats what sales men do). Lets say if i go to France or Italy with a saree am pretty sure people will gawk at me. Like in a very traditional genral indian attire. When we(Indian’s) are so eager to adapt or to try to blend in western culture why not a person who is from another country try to blend in? You land in India and see how most of us dress or behave and why not try to blend in??
You know not all of our guys are rapists!! We have some amazing guys. I agree most of them just look for a quick fuck but then which guy does not?? They try but dont judge the country with that.
I dont know what one expects when coming to India. But we are not that. We want to be western but cant seem to run away from our culture. There is 100’s of years of culture which is difficult to get away or for that matter stay with too. I personally dont want that to go away. You guys are different why not just enjoy the difference. We have both sides. Developed and very under develpoed side too.
We are colourful bunch, I might not like many stuff and there are some very very moronic stuff that happens here just like everywhere else and maybe more than some countries and less than some countries. If you prepare to judge anyways and decide to hate, why come?? Accept that we are different than you guys and then just enjoy the culture difference and ofcourse be batshit careful. Dont travel alone in the night especialy female population. Mind it I am an Indian woman and I travel alone and I am batshit Careful.