My First Solo Trip To India and When My Love For India Started

I was about 10 years old when I met my friend Navdeep. We met at the classroom cubbies as we were putting our backpacks away, she hurled an obscenity at me which left me confused and puzzled. What did this mean? So I asked her, and she said she didn't know, we laughed and became besties right then. It was the "B" word, in case you were wondering. From that moment on, both Navdeep and I were inseparable. It didn't take long for Navdeep to start inviting me over to her house every day after school. I eagerly accepted the invitation, not knowing that this little friendship would introduce me to a world I had never experienced before - The wonders of India.

Navdeep and her family had immigrated from India to our small town in British Columbia, Canada, and stepping into their home for the first time was like stepping into a whole new world. The aroma of delicious food filled the kitchen, her father sitting cross-legged on the floor, praying in the dining room, beautiful oil paintings of Guru's adorned the walls, and pre-made turbans known as "Pag's" were neatly stored on the top shelf of the closet. I was captivated and in awe of it all! Navdeep and I shared countless good times and nurtured a solid friendship until the summer before junior high school when our interests began to diverge, and we grew apart. Unfortunately, I never managed to reconnect with her after junior high, and our story concluded there. Nevertheless, those memories remain deeply ingrained in my heart and mind, forever treasured.

Fast forward to when I was about 16, and I met some new friends who also happened to be Indian. Little did I know, this would open up an even bigger world of Indian culture for me. From learning about their traditions and customs to being mesmerized by the extravagant jewelry, Sarees, and lenghas that made you feel like an Indian princess, I couldn't help but be in awe. It was like stepping into a Bollywood movie, with every aspect carefully crafted to create a stunning visual experience. But it wasn't just the visual aspects that captivated me; it was the food and the music too! Indian cuisine introduced me to a whole new world of bold flavors and spices that I couldn't get enough of. From the mouth-watering butter chicken, and pakora's to the delightful biryanis, each bite was a burst of culinary delight.

And then there was the music, oh the music! There is just something about Indian melodies that tug at my heartstrings. Whether it's the soulful classics of Lata Mangeshkar, the modern Diljit Dosanjh or my absolute Favorite, Arijit Singh. Indian music has become a permanent fixture in my playlists. It's amazing how a simple friendship opened up a whole new world for me, and Indian culture has truly found a special place in my heart. 

The idea to visit India was born when I met my friend Raj. From the moment we connected, he became like a big brother to me, being a few years elder to me, he shielded me from so much and became my closest friend. It was through Raj that I first heard the enchanting tales of India, its vibrant culture, and breathtaking landscapes. Despite his genuine excitement for his homeland, Raj also expressed concern about my safety. He warned me of the potential risks and shared cautionary tales, emphasizing that India might not be the best fit for me. Despite his warnings, my desire to experience India only grew stronger. Perhaps I was being stubborn, but the allure of this incredible country was irresistible.

It's true that Raj's concerns may have been more relevant in the India of 35 years ago, particularly in rural villages where women still face limitations. However, things have evolved over the years, and I believe it's important to explore and understand different perspectives. Nonetheless, it's unfortunate that even today, women in some rural areas still lack the power to make choices for themselves. So, with a mix of caution and excitement, I embarked on my journey with a new appreciation for India's complex realities.

Oh, the allure of India! For countless years, the enchanting idea of venturing to this beloved country danced in my mind, teasing me with its elusive promises. But alas, it remained just beyond my grasp, an unattainable dream. But destiny has a funny way of paving its own path. At the ripe age of 38, I unexpectedly found myself nestled in the warm embrace of an Indian family, leasing a suite in their home. Three years passed, and our lives intertwined, forging a bond that made us family.

Still, finding a travel partner proved challenging. Everyone seemed to have reasons why they couldn't go, and I felt disappointed and discouraged. I then I realized that if I kept waiting for others, I would never go. Embracing my "supreme independence," I declared, "To India, I shall go, all by myself!" Despite the warnings from my pseudo mom, family, and Indian aunties, I chose not to let fear hold me back. Engaging in thorough online research and connecting with fellow bloggers, I booked my first homestay in Delhi and took the plunge which also gave me that initial push to just make it happen!

Months later, after booking my plane ticket, I sought advice from a blogger I admired. She introduced me to IndiaSomeday, an agency that allowed me the freedom to curate my own experience while handling all the logistical details. They organized my accommodations, transportation, and even local day tours. At long last, my dream was becoming a reality, and nothing could dampen my excitement.

FINALLY! The day came! I was over the moon excited! But I also had some serious anxiety! Did I miss anything? Did I pack everything? Did I do enough research? Omg what have I gotten myself into??? I didn't get culture shock in Japan, but I was so much younger, will I get it now in India? I am an anxious person by nature, hence why I'm big on planning ahead, but now I am feeling overwhelmed with fear that I'm making the wrong decision. Now on the plane, I see everyone notice me as I'm the only foreigner - Haha awkward! They must be thinking I'm mad, according to the Indian women in my life that warned me not to go alone.

Come to find out later, I was completely overthinking things and over-prepared! (except forgetting my PJ's). When I landed in Delhi, My heart was racing, getting my bags and trying to find the immigration area, then finding a pen (note to self, have one on you) grabbing one of those little paper landing cards, and then making my way nervously to the immigration counter when they will fingerprint you and take your picture. I was stressed but I did it! And everything went so smoothly. It was only one small victory in many more to come. I stopped at the ATM and Airtel booth right before the exit gates with all my necessary documents, got my prepaid sim as instructed by others, walked out of the doors, and saw my driver waiting with my name card displayed among the sea of people. Phew! All those what-ifs and worries turned out to be just a tad dramatic. Looks like my inner anxious traveler may have slightly overreacted. But hey, at least I brought my sense of humor along with my overstuffed carry-on suitcase. Time to embrace India with open arms and a cheeky smile!