I boarded a plane a foggy, cold December morning to go home. My folks tell me we nearly missed the flight. Not because Dad forgot our passports at home (as he is often wont to do) nor because Mom was packing till the last minute (as she is often wont to do). Apparently the Dutch traffic is to blame.
It was fun on the airplane. I found a new perching spot - its called a bassinet I hear. Much more cozy than my cot at home - though less room to do my little clock hand imitation. It was quite exciting- all these people, peering at me. Mom and Dad were sleeping, but i had fun anyway beaming at all the people going past me.
After what seemed like ages - we arrived in New Delhi! It was such a party - much more fun than the Den Bosch carnival. So many people! They looked much more like mom and dad as well!
Just when I was busy taking all of this excitement in - someone rather exciting, and half crazed rushed towards me and snatched me away from Dad. I didn't really mind. She seemed kinda familiar and was talking nineteen to the dozen - not unlike Mom. Turns out she is mom's sister who insists name is Boo. (Long story why). Then there was this other person I met - apparently my Masser (Punjabi for Uncle, d-u-h) - who made funny faces and added an appendage to my already silly name - thereby christening me Boo Singh!
This is just the beginning. Then there was all the catching up to do with the grandparents. I met Opa for the 1st time - he's kinda cool. I mean - with all of Oma's flapping - he appears quite sane. Though some insist that its his loony self that makes Oma flap. Chicken, egg , whatever.
All in all it was a pretty cool vacation. So many grand parents. Aunts. Uncles. Cousins. Phew..was pretty tiring. The social hoopla was never ending. Parties hosted in my honour to meet everyone. Birthday parties, Weddings, blah blah. Where do I begin?
I rather enjoyed being at home when things got very busy. Oma has these house elves - Dobbie and Binkie. Dobbie (aka Sharda) is pretty good at massages. Baby spas in India are kinda cool. Binkie talks quite a lot - usually when there's an audience. Apparently I missed meeting Mowgli Mama and Tequila Mashi. Both are busy playing in the Happy Hunting grounds.
There really is too much to write about so I'll add some photos instead. You can also checkout my photo albums.
I am now back. To Den Bosch. Which is home. I quite like it here. I get loads of attention from Mom. Also missed my pram while I was gone.
But the thing is I am confused - where is home? Where did my audience vanish? Where did those whirring things on the ceiling go away? Where does..yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooww
Gotta run. Mum's making some pumpkin mash for me ... lekker!
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