Honey, I'm Home

I didn't hear my husband. His arrival home from work was punctuated with our mutt dog scampering – no - racing, to the back door to eagerly greet him. Ry disregarded the frantic yelps of glee from Spot. He stepped into our home and stood silently for a moment, yet his presence exploded into the room.

Ry is tall, with long, toned legs; the type that every girl would wish for. His slightest movement would define ripples of sinewy, hard muscle and simultaneously, stir a flutter in my heart. His left eye is somewhat smaller than the other, almost reptilian like, and the keeper of secrets and quests unknown.

He leveled those powerful eyes towards me and said "JoonJoo honey, pack your bags, we're going to India!"

And that's how this Indian adventure began.

My husband works for X and there are hundreds of similar North American and perhaps International companies like his, which have been off-shoring to India for years. These companies are well known; household names really, in fact, you are probably using one of their products right now. From Bengalooru (Bangalore), to Mumbai (Bombay), to Chennai (Madras), or perhaps even Kolkata (Calcutta); foreign-based, silicone cities are collectively spawning their untethered growth.

Ongoing negotiations between Ryleysium and X began in efforts to refine the foreign assignment details. There were hiccups along the way, some potentially terminal, but somehow, many months later, we are still enroute to the mysterious land that still defies definition, the one they still call India.