<~I Love my India~>

I have a dysfunctional lesbian love affair with India. India is a woman. Of course she is. Hot and unpredictable and haunting and mysterious and colorful. She has a long black plait with vermilion in the part and jeweled toe rings and jingly gold bracelets. India has a nose ring that glitters like the gold that twists in swirls through the bright pink of her sari. She is such a beautiful woman in fact, that she can do horrible, disgusting, shocking things to you and all you can do is love her and ask to gimme more. She's never on time, her food gives you diarrhea (yet you eat it anyway cause it's worth it), she ruins your clothes in the laundry, she uses you for money, and she makes you know yourself. She always makes you feel like you're the only girl in the room. This is also known as staring; with unrelenting deep dark eyes. Sometimes my India is abusive. She poisons you and throws you off motorbikes and doesn't let you sleep when you're really tired. But then she redeems herself by letting you share a meal with someone beautiful and bathe in her holy river and meditate in her beautiful mountainous silence. She makes you realize why you love her- because she shows you beauty at the moment that she shows you sorrow. Like when you see skinny, hungry children begging for food. And then you see them smiling radiant, earth shattering smiles at you for no reason other than they feel like it. India is bright and loves to dress in colors that inspire all to emulate her beauty. Her favorite color is red. But sometimes she wears sunflower yellow, barbie pink, apple green or saffron. She always looks her best be that on the bus, or working on the side of the road, or going to the movies. Hair combed to the side or tightly braided, colored with henna and oiled. Crisp ironed shirts and luxurious draped shawls and saris. India's favorite food is mango. But she also likes rice pudding, butter naan, malai kofta, lemon soda, masala chai, veg samosa, palak paneer and anything really really sweet and bad for you. Its like she's pregnant all the time with the food cravings. And oh does this girl have a mean streak. India has mean hot(literally) flashes and when shes getting her period- beware for the war path. She'll yell and honk her horns and argue and no she doesn't care what the fuck time it is and don't you have any sweets? India is passionate and independent and kitchy and cute. I love my India because she makes the best chai I've had in my entire life. I love my India despite and because of her faults. I love my India for the people she creates and the people I've met while with her. I'll be sad to leave her, but like a good girlfriend she'll be waiting for me when I return.