It's funny how time and distance change you, the roads you take don't always lead you home.
There were no classes today due to the celebration of the end of the harvest season, Sankranti. Local Indians celebrate by dressing up, decorating their cows, flying kites over the city, and making intricate sand paintings on their door steps. I was lucky enough to be invited into my Hindi teachers home where she lives with her four year old daughter, Tanvi.
Two of my close friends are living with her on home stay and invited us over to share the afternoon festivities with them. We had a small cooking lesson, drank chai, and (attempted) to fly our paper kites on the roof.
It was a day filled with the warmth of a home and the laughter of locals and foreigners enjoying a festival that plays on the childhood in everyone.