My Experience of Moving to India
My parents gave me hugs and then left quickly to set up the furniture in their new home. The following week was one that I hate to think of to this day. The schools only gave us one hour a day for leisure, the rest of the time being dedicated to either sleeping, eating, or studying. The 'chicken curry with juicy vegetables' that my brother tantalized me with turned out to be a gruesome soybean substitute for chicken. I can only guess that my brother had eaten it so many times that he had grown to appreciate its garbage-like taste and appearance.
My brother loved the school (for some reason), and I could tell on my visits to home that my parents were enjoying living in India, especially without any children in the house. But all I could think about were the maple trees and marigolds of Peach Tree Court. That place seemed like utopia to me.
- A Continuous Decline in India, without Modernization
- Driving in India
- My Experience of Moving to India
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