We call it Hotlanta, but that is a misunderstanding. Hotlanta hasn’t got anything on Delhi in June. So I’ll be calling it the ATL per other nickname categories and I am going to create an English nickname for Delhi. We shall call it Delheat. Because I have never been so sweaty in my life. Except for maybe in Belize. But it might have been raining, so it’s really hard to say whether I was sweaty or just soaked.
So far we’ve seen two temples — pretty awkward to take photos in temples where people are, like, actually praying. I still did a little bit, but I’m not sure they’re very good because.
We’re staying with my mother’s cousin’s daughter’s mother-in-law, who is super sweet. And makes really incredible food. And feeds us a lot.
Her neighbor wanted to know if I’m married. I said no and smiled because it’s funny to watch a stereotype play out. Then again, we went on to have a conversation (with the mother-in-law, her sister-in-law who is also staying with her this week, and her neighbor) that included an acknowledgment of both arranged marriages and love marriages and seemed to accept both. And the mother-in-law is rebellious. She is on board with delaying marriage. Pretty cool.
Anyway. Life is exciting, hot, dusty. Big adventure.
Have I mentioned it’s a little hot here? Yeah. Feel the Delheat.
The Color Lime 