We're back...

So we launched and that's the only way I can explain our lapse in blogging... Pics to come, Nit promises...

So how odd is it to say I'm lonely in a country of 1 billion? But it's true. Life here seems defined by work and family -- and while I've always valued both, a whole lot more has always kept me busy. Lately on the nights Nitty is out deejaying or drumming or art-show hopping, I find myself home around 9 pm and wondering if I should call someone. But who? New Delhi probably has hundreds of women named Sumathi Reddy but I haven't found my own personal version yet... I think we're definitely still trying to find our groove on that front...

Also Naya has grown into a funny thing and true to her Chinese zodiac of a monkey. She knows the whole alphabet and her numbers (although every now and then she sees 8 and yells out "B!!") and dances and sings and is adept at Hindi and a concoction of English, Assamese and Hindi. Example: Mujhe alopmaan pani chahi ye please. When you ask her who her best friends are, she says very dutifully -- Mitra-Mommy, Nitin-Papa and Felicia. We think she is pure genius and funnier than Jerry Seinfeld and Russell Peters combined.

In addition to asking us to read a whole pile of books -- all the time -- she also has gotten into made-up stories. Tonight she asked for one about "Ata Toko." I felt bad because I think her memory of them -- her maternal grandparents -- is definitely fading; she looks through her newborn album and sees them and also remembers certain gifts they gave but her connections seem more material and rooted in photos than I intended. Through migration, I've inflicted the same pain of separation on her that Nitin and I went through. Inheritance of loss, indeed.