Dad's return; Ria.... cow roti

After all the talk about 'Papa coming home' for the last couple of days... when the tires (of the plane) hit the road on 26th, Mom and Dadi stopped at a saari-shop on way to the airport... and Dada and I carried-on to the airport. I gave Dada a really hard time till we reached the airport. And then I saw Dad, and for a minute just stared with him... he gave me a big smile, and I just JUMPED to him!
From then on I was all smiles... and after reaching home I began giving my surprises to Dad one at a time... :-)

By next day he found out about my latest friends - neighbourhood cows :-)

It had started a few days back... when Dadi was going to give leftover rotis to a cow on the street a short distance from our house (believe it or not, the cow is a domestic cow owned by our laundry-man). She took me along, and I loved feeding the cow...

We went to give her roti again the next day, and by the time Dad came, I was hooked on to giving rotis to the cow every morning. I'll pull my Dadi and say 'Dadi, Ria cow roti'.. and off we'll go. One day when there were no spare rotis, I said, 'No roti..... Ria cow bread'... and we took bread instead of roti. Next day we took potato chips instead... and by then there were two cows, a calf, and a street dog all waiting for Dadi and I to come and give them food!

The joys of India! :-)

Chennai.. then on to Indore....

On 15th, we landed in Chennai around midnight, and I met Nana and Gaurav Mama at the airport... I immediately recognized them!
At home I met Nani, Dadasa and Dadisa... and had a fanstastic time playing with Mama...


Today we flew to Indore via Mumbai...
In Indore I met dada, dadi, Sakshi, tauji & taiji... and Sunny chacha, Ranu bua... and masasa & masisa...
In the beginning I was very reluctant to go near anyone... but well, things change quickly :-)

Flight to India, with a bad start...

Today we left for our next trip to India... my third trip in the last 20months :-)

The trip, as always, was planned at the last minute, and unfortunately we couldn't get seats together... Mom and I managed to get a bulkhead seat so I could sleep in a bassinet later, but in the process Dad had a separate seat. During take-off, when Mom buckled up the seat belt... I could turn my head and see him in his aisle seat two rows back, but Mom wouldn't let me run to him... and then my crying began. Now, in all the 40+ flights I've flown, I was always a good girl and never cried for more than a few minutes, but today I compensated for it all! And it continued for the next 20min (during which I threw-up twice) till the seat-belts sign went off and Dad picked-me up and started comforting me...

After that, things were smoother, a couple of people volunteered to swap their seats, and we got 3 together, and then I was all comfy.

At the Heathrow airport, Dad left us at the security check for terminal 4, and waved us good-bye. I couldn't understand, and Mom explained that Dad's going to 'London bridge' office while we are going to 'India' to meet 'nana-nani, dada-dadi'...

Next day, I understood completely!