Ali meets Indian pants
The ultimate "Oh wow" expression. A compact phrase capturing all the emotions I have felt and the sights I have seen in the past 35 days.
The only words that come to mind when a girl no older than six is twisting her limbs through a trycycle wheel sized hoop, to her slightly older brother's drum beat, as they follow us to breakfast - my first morning in India.
The feeling of climbing 17/000-plus feet in a blizzard, while watching lunch disappear down the other side of the mountain on the backs of two eager horses.
The lyrics I paired with the song of hundreds of bowls, spoons, and trays clanking while being washed by the turban topped and sari wrapped guests of the Golden Temple.
The distant foreshadow of a bathroom session, after eating that fourth samosa with the mysterious red sauce.
The first English word I heard shouted by my three year old homestay sister here in Dharmasala.
After a month of wide eyed observations and garrulous questioning I am beginning to accept and anticipate these
"Oh shit" moments. And although these spontaneous times often alter a preconceived notion or preset plan, it allows for my mind to expand in a direction I didn't know it could grow. As I follow each new path I know another "oh shit" is bubbling, ready to pop up when all seems planned and settled.
The pieces of her board game fell as she tilted the board above her head. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed with a wink in her eye and a grin on her lips. She proceeded to flick the flat pieces across the floor, chasing her to different corners of the room. She giggled and shrieked; her organized game was long forgotten.
Ps. Sorry for my inability to spell anything or use grammar correctly.