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#MondayMusings-#Different ,  yet similar

  
Every time I travel , I’m reminded of the conversation my husband had with his friend M when we were visiting M and his wife in Switzerland. It was late summer and we were in their kitchen. Both M and Hubby Dear had spent several years studying in the Nilgiris, albeit in different schools , but spent hours reminiscing about the inter school meets in which they would participate, the Bulls Eyes they used to buy at the sweet shop at Charing Cross, the sweet Rose Milk that they used to have while changing  trains at Mettupalyam and the Fox Hunt at the Downs. It was our last day and as we sipped on our freshly brewed coffee, both men looked out of the window at the undulating hillside, the splatter of raindrops on the window and sighed nostalgically and asked one another almost simultaneously ” Doesn’t this remind you of Ooty? ” 

I was amazed at how they could compare Switzerland with Ootacamund even if it was the Queen of the Nilgiris . 

That was during my early years as an Indian travelling overseas, when everything seemed so different and far removed from India. But strangely enough,  now after several journeys , I find myself seeing similarities between the different parts of the world and different parts of India – it may be the landscape, it may be the food, it may be the handicrafts or it may be the social customs . Sometimes it is an intangible vibe that reminds you of home. 

In the last few weeks that I’ve been in Singapore, I’ve often got up thinking I’m back home in Mumbai. Last week for instance , I was disoriented when I heard the thunder and lightening. The pitter patter of the fat raindrops and the smell of wet earth really made me feel for a moment that I was experiencing a Mumbai rain shower.

I was woken up at day break with the sounds of voices carrying up – distinctively Indian in their intonation and I thought I was home. Similarly, the peculiar cry of the Koel which I thought was uniquely Indian reminded me of my Indian morning.

A colonial heritage

I spent a few years in the newly independent Nigeria where my father was posted as an Indian Naval Officer and I remember quite distinctly that the house was furnished with exactly the same MES furniture that was supplied to all the officers’ accommodation  in India. 

Similarly , while walking through certain parts of Singapore, I am reminded of the Cantonment towns of my childhood with leafy  lanes and sprawling bungalows that were functional but over the years have acquired heritage value. 

So perhaps Hubby Dear and M were right. There are times when things abroad are different yet similar and familiar to the sights and sounds of home.

Have you ever felt that things abroad though different are similar to the sights you are familiar with? 

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I’m linking this to Write Tribe  #Monday Musings

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Author: Bellybytes

Proud Mumbai gal who always sees the humour in life. The mum who made banana fritters when all the other mums made cupcakes.

9 Comments on “#MondayMusings-#Different ,  yet similar

  1. I understand what you are saying, Sunita! Having lived in just a few cities and visited a few more, I always feel that there’s a unique similarity among them. Sometimes when I go back to a place, I feel a little disoriented when I remember a particular shop or location, and have to think a little before recalling where it was.

    How wonderful to enjoy these experiences!
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  2. Very nice post, dear! I often find similarities, even where I least expect it.
    For example I was so surprised to find in an Indian restaurant in Bangkok one of my favorite Bulgarian dishes. I don’t remember how you call it but is is made of yogurt cucumbers and/or potatoes. I was wondering how is it possible for two so far away from each other countries to have the same, not so common culinary tradition.

  3. Beautiful observation! I am at times amazed at the similarities and funnily enough at the oddest of places. Recently on one of our visits to Nice, France I was advised by a fellow traveler to try the local food of the place called ‘Socca’. To my surprise it was something that we have in our traditional Indian breakfast on a regular basis – besan chilla 😉
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    1. Thanks for sharing your story! Would you like to do a post with me on similar kinds of foods in the places you have visited ?

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