Home with Ginger


Today, I feel frivolous!  Never having had a linear thought in my life, I have decided to take a detour of my stories from the North and describe our return to “A” Town, (Ahmedabad) last Sunday.   After visiting the Indian travelers’ equivalent of an Italian travelers’ visits to Rome, Florence and Venice…Taj Mahal, Golden Temple, Jaipur/Varanasi, (I couldn’t choose just three!), we lift Delhi on an overnight train. I was excited as I love train travel. Surviving the throngs of Delhi travelers pushing/shoving through security and milling around on the platform, our train finally rolled into the station. We had a 2A accommodations  which means two bunk bed organization with a total of 6 people together in a space. A sleepover!  It is possible to have 3A or even 4A available, which sounds like coffin sleeping to me.  After more jostling and confusion, we found our spots marked with a pillow and case, clean sheets, towel, and the proverbial brown wool blanket found all over India. Dinner either veg or not, plus breakfast were served and a pleasant unexpected gift. After a pretty good night of sleep, and arriving in Ahmedabad, we were back to reality.  The train stopped and we hailed rickshaws and haggled over a few rupees or “rupes” as the students call them.

 Our big “a-ha” moment was that we were coming home. After two months we felt at ease and content on our way back to the hostel….The Presidency Enclave. As we entered the no name lane where we live, there was an empty rickshaw parked along the wall. What to our surprise, there was Ginger taking a nap in the back seat!  (Check my post on Feral Dogs) It was as if he was waiting there, catching some zzz’s but ready to welcome us back. He jumped up, tail wagging, and guarded our walk as a personal escort, growling at the other dogs to stay away. He had not forgotten us.  We were home!  

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About annetbell

I am a retired elementary teacher, well seasoned world traveler,new blogger, grandmother, and a new enthusiastic discoverer of the wonderfully complex country of India. Anne
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13 Responses to Home with Ginger

  1. Page Shields says:

    What a wonderful smile inducing story! Thanks for sharing.


  2. dalo2013 says:

    Beautiful…that is why I love dogs so much. My parents and sisters have dogs back in the States, and it is the bond I see between them where I fully understand the meaning of “man’s best friend.” They will unconditionally love good people forever 🙂


  3. i am from Ahmedabad!! 🙂 I have adopted 8 street dogs who live in my building and yes they never forget you even if you come after 2 months or 2 years!!! they are the purest soul and the most beautiful friend that a man can have 🙂 XOXO


    • annetbell says:

      I am so glad you found me. You should go over to Samvid Hospital Road, on the same side and near the hospital late in the day to meet Suneal and his dogs. Suneal is a journalist too! He used to be a social worker. We stayed further down the street at Presidency Enclave. I loved Ahmedabad. Lots of my posts are about out time there! I am curious about your opinion on Mr. Modi? If you don’t mind. I have several posts on him. You don’t have to agree, as you can see there are various replies. I post all the comments! I look forward to future chats! Namaste. . .


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  5. aaanchalk says:

    Aww Lovely.. Thank you so much for sharing the link with me again.


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