Mike and I just finished watching "The best Exotic Marigold Hotel." A very cute movie. They even had a gay character...treated very well...matter of fact...not in a negative light...he just was...very open...killed him off. Sigh...while their portrayal of the character was as a very sympathetic character and they treated his being gay as not an issue, in fact he went to India to see if he could find a childhood love who was Indian, it's a bit annoying that he eventually died in the end. They seem to always want to kill us off...but at least the movie was progressive so getting axed was a much more moving and melancholic bittersweet event.
So for those who have not watched or heard of the movie, the basic premise is of several older, in their twilight years, group of British persons that go to this Hotel seeking an escape and refuge with the promise of a first class stay only to discover it's not exactly what they thought.
The story weaves its way through the various lives of these people and how they cope and deal with a country as foreign as India. Also in the story is the young Indian man determined to make his hotel a success and his trials and tribulations in business and love. The latter being how he deals with an overbearing mother and his own lack of confidence as a person.
The Judi Dench character keeps a blog where she chronicles her journey and is used a narrator throughout the movie. Her early description along with the general visuals brought back many memories of being in India. By the end of the movie, both Mike and I wanted to go back to India, but this time to enjoy what this country has to offer rather than stressing out about our newborns.
We have always said that we wish to return to show the girls their birth place and their heritage. But we'll have to wait until they are older...it is a long flight and India can be overwhelming for an Adult!
India seems so far away, yet my memories are still very fresh as if I was a mere week ago, not 3 years ago. I remember the relief I felt when I landed to find Parashar waiting for me at the airport. I remember the worry and trepidation I had making our way to Hiranandani Hospital getting to ready to meet our daughter Rose for the first time. Learning how to navigate the streets from the hospital to the marketplace. Learning to navigate the people, the culture, and so much more. The side of me that loves new things and new adventures was in Heaven at such an opportunity. My practical side looks back on it all and says "What the F*** was I thinking!"
For that last part, I just chuckle to myself and smile as the faces of my daughters pop into my head. Their smiles and giggles fill a warm spot in my heart and fills my being with an overwhelming love that makes anything else seem trivial. They are my new adventure.
My story, our story, my family's story is nowhere near as well scripted as the movie. That's okay. While the movie makes me want to go back to India, I think I'll be practical for a while until the girls are old enough. They provide plenty of adventure and a little bit of India as well!