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Personal Writing: My New Life In India

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Personal Writing: My New Life in India

Tap ... tap ... tap ... I looked up to see a blurry figure of my mother tapping a few fingers on my shoulder. "Sorry to wake you up, Rishi, but me and
Daddy have something important to tell you." She was not smiling.
I got up, now fully awake, wondering what was going on. With my father standing next to her, my mother crossed her arms and, in a tone that I knew could not be argued with, stated, "We have decided to move to India permanently." I was awestruck. My family is Indian, but I had never so much as considered living anywhere but Peach Tree Court, a street that had the brightest green maple trees and fields of radiant yellow and orange marigolds. India was nothing more than an old family story to me, not a place to live.
Over the next couple of weeks, I ruminated on what life would be like in
India. My brother, who already attended an Indian boarding school, told me in scratchy long-distance telephone conversations how great life was in India at his boarding school.
"We have the best futbol (soccer) field in all of India," he said. "It has an electronic scoring board, and the surface is fluorescent blue astroturf."
This was an enormous motivation factor, due to the fact that soccer is my favorite sport. "And the food is delectable," he went on, "They serve chicken curry with juicy vegetables four out of the seven days of the week." I ate chicken curry every chance I got, so this, added to the soccer field, made the school sound fantastic.
"The weather is remarkable. The temperature year-round is seventy-five to eighty degrees," he continued with emphasis, "just like California, Rishi."
My brother knew that I loved California. He also told me that I would get to visit our parents two times a week, which is very generous compared to other
Indian boarding schools.
My brother's long-distance stories convinced me. From what I had heard,
India sounded like utopia.
Six weeks after my mother woke me with the big "news," my father, mother and I arrived in India. We left Peach Tree Court, with all its beautiful maple trees, and flew to India. I stepped off the airplane into the dirtiest, oldest airport I had ever seen.
A film of dirt covered everything in the airport; the windows, the walls, even the floor. And the people working there seemed more likely to shrug their shoulders and ignore the passengers than care at all if anything worked right.

In this essay, the author

  • Narrates how their mother crossed her arms and, in a tone that they knew, raised her.
  • Describes their thoughts on life in the next couple of weeks.
  • Narrates how their brother knew that they loved california, and told them they would get to california.
  • Describes how they left peach tree court, with all its beautiful maple, and arrived in india.
  • Narrates how they kept telling themselves, 'things will be a lot.'
  • Describes how the campus was dark and gloomy even though it was only two o'clock in the morning.
  • Narrates how they couldn't think of any children in the house. all they could think about were the maple trees.
  • Describes the blurry figure of their mother tapping a few fingers on their shoulder.
  • Opines that they ate chicken curry every chance they got, so this, added to the soccer field, made them happy.
  • Describes how their parents gave them hugs and then left quickly to set up the furniture in their new home. the following week was one that they hate to think of to this day.
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