I recently came back from a trip to India (hence my absence for about 2.5 weeks with no posts). I have been before with my family but this time I was able to bring my husband. I have always loved India. Not because I am Indian. I love India because of the sheer amount of cultural differences from state to state. No matter how many new things I get to experience, there’s still always something untouched to learn. It is never ending! And the people…oh the people. You can’t help but be humbled by how much people will go out of their way to make sure you are taken care of here. They are hospitable, genuine, and generally happy. Ugh, this is starting to sound like a paid article about India lol. No need to pay me to write this! I can’t help it but feel so grateful for my opportunities and experiences.
I am specifically from Kerala (God’s own country), a state in the southwestern part of India. Kerala’s literal translation is “land of cocounut trees”. Kera – coconuts. So why was it different this time? My husband, who is not of Indian descent, came with us. I got to show him where my cultural roots originated from. I also got to show him where my parents grew up and where I grew up a good portion of my life. Nostalgia hit hard. The air, the food (oh dear Gawd the food—already salivating), the backwaters, the roads, even the heat (hubby didn’t appreciate this part, ha!) all took me back. It also made me think of how much I’ve changed. I used to not be a fan of coming to India. The smells (some not so good), the congestion, the sweating all made me dread the trip. I loved traveling to other countries but traveling to India was never fun. Until this time. Showing the husband around gave me a new outlook. Explaining things to him from how dosa is made down to how the beer brand Kingfisher got it’s name gave me a new appreciation for Kerala. It’s weird. I honestly don’t know how to explain that feeling. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always loved my culture. I loved everything about it but it was a love with no real understanding of where it came from or what it’s origin was. For example, we had the opportunity to see a performance of Kalaripayattu, which is an ancient form of martial arts found in Kerala. I knew of it but literally had no idea about the history or how it came about. Having to explain it to the hubbers (husband) kind of forced me to learn about it’s background. This is what happened constantly throughout our trip. It was as much of a learning experience for me as it was for him.
So, my biased feelings aside, would I recommend travel to India, particularly Kerala? YES. It is unlike any other state in India. This land that is lush and green with forests and numerous waterfalls down to the tons of fruits you can literally pick off and eat as you walk by has so much to offer. I was and still am, so grateful for my opportunity to go with my parents, take my husband, make new and rekindle old relationships. I was able to only touch the surface this time. This only means future trips are in order.
Lastly, thank you…thank you for the amazing blessing and opportunity to visit my second home across the world with my loved ones by my side. Thank you for opening my mind to trying new experiences. Thank you for humbling me and teaching me there’s more to life than just material things. It might have sounded like a rambling blog but I had to write out how incredibly grateful I was, even at the risk of sounding like a blubbering idiot. 😀
Until we meet again Kerala…Namaskaram 🙂