A jesus culture
Ever since I landed in the UK, never ever have I been so culture conscious in my life! Before my first week ended, I must confess, I had already made up my mind to marry only a person from my own culture. I suspect the culture shock had me real good. And the quiteness of Britain, unlike the hustle bustle of India had me almost crazy. I wondered if people ever ventured out on the streets.I began to miss even those chaotic traffic and noise pollution in Delhi, much to my surprise. Every morning I would wake up in the comfort of Zeli's bed, eagerly peering through the window expecting to be greeted by a streak of light against a blue sky but only to find a gloomy welcome. Fortunately, this does not deter me to look out morning by morning and finally, after four days of my arrival, I saw a glorious sunshine! O the pleasure of meeting the morning sun! I took several pictures and posted one on Facebook. I had to. I am a morning person used to watching the crack of dawn. Gloomy days do m...