As exotic as living abroad as foreigners in India has been, there are times when it’s just life, like anywhere else. Sometimes opportunities come up and simply because there’s too much regular stuff to do, like grocery shopping, helping kids with homework or making dinner for a family of five, we must decline. “Next time!” we say happily, luxuriating in the fact that we’re here nearly a year.
Well, it’s now late March. We’re running out of “next times.”
I went through a period of intense homesickness awhile ago and am now finding myself in a near panic that we have so little time left.
So I was nothing short of overjoyed when I went over to my friend Nikhat’s the other day for tea and she told me we were going to make roti. Learning to make proper roti, or Indian unleavened flatbread, is something I have yet to get down with any proficiency or skill. I was thrilled. Read more