Then we went to Moradabad for a night, my dad’s ancestral home city. It’s a great big house with a chatth (roof) and a courtyard in the middle with a handpump for water. And about 40 cousins and a whole collection of aunts and uncles. Ana met them all, haha. Including Uncle Salim who turned up like a mystic, swathed in a huge beard. Excellent. Spaniard’s havin problems remembering names… but no matter, she made friends with them all.
It’s brilliant there cos my aunts just feed us the whole time, someone’s always cooking and making fresh rotis. We played badminton on the roof and sat talking to little cousins and looking at really old photos of my dad. When you go up on the roof there are kites bobbing everywhere over the city, all the buildings are packed close together and investigative red-arsed monkeys leap from roof to roof around the children.
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Si si si!!!!! Moradabad was another experience!!!! almost from another dimension………hundreds of aunties, uncles, cousins everywhere, all of them wanted you to go to visit their home, eating their food….drinking their tea…..all of them looking forward to meeting you!!!! It was really nice and different, they were so interested in getting to know you that we even had conversations for about 15 minutes talking different languages! As some of them didn’t speak English and myself is still not very fluent in Urdu!!!! Anyway it was really very lovely, I’d never forget them, their spontaneity, kindness and generosity as every family give us farewell gifts!!!!
I LOVE INDIA!!!
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