It's been a long long time since I wrote. But it's good to stare at the whiteboard again. And to write. Though it's tougher too. Another Bihu come and gone. Another year that the festival is spent with some form of the Assamese diaspora. Far away from Assam and most of my family. But this second year in a row, it will also be with the newest part of my Indo-American family--Will. The part that anchors me to the US even as the chapter that led me here, ends. But more about that in another post.
Bihus and maybe all festivals have some common traits wherever you are in the world. You wear dazzling clothes, typically eat everything on display and talk loudly even while the speaker or performer desperately tries to get your attention. The women, for the most part end up looking great. I am still trying to figure out why Indian women look so much better than Indian men. Another thought for another post. And as much as I love cultural colours, the one thing that is boring is the 'cultural function' prelim to each Indian gathering anywhere in the world! And two hours of that--is always fun. And the weirdness of Assamese one-upness. You sit at the same table but wait for the other person to start the conversation. Odd, odd, odd!
Am not going to be disjoint, so just signing off from this post. More in the next one.
