How can I even explain my departure from India in such a way to completely cover every emotion and thought that I felt? I admit, throughout our entire departure back to America, it had not really clicked inside of my head and it still has not. Although, when it does, I'm sure I will be calling a few of my peers to share some memories with them. Also, a factor that played into this I'm sure was the fact that my stomach was torturing me with pains. Nonetheless, the moment that I really realized that it was completely over was when D-Money's Tibetan friends gave us the white (scarf?) for blessings - the same as they did when we first made it. It was almost symbolic for "Welcome" and "Goodbye." Then when D-Money gave us a hug, for me it felt like the most genuine hug ever - I felt love, compassion, and an actual care that he had for us. Being in America has some really good perks that I am learning to become for thankful of, but I won't ever forget that it was India that opened my eyes to this.
p.s. Dear India, I shall return!
p.s. Dear India, I shall return!