Shopping/Party

I woke up at 7a and went into the main room to see if anyone was awake, as usual I was going to go to work with my maamaa (moms brother). I play some games on there PC and sometimes on the Dell laptop. Then I draw what I love drawing most, all those different kinds of roads and bridges and freeway and highway junctions. Then when I come home I play with my cousin, then today I had to go to another suburb of Mumbai, we live in the suburb called Ghatkopar, we are going to the suburb called SantaCruz where my mom wants to buy some dresses. Then I ate some snack. My favorite cheese crackers are Cheez It. Then we took and Uber back to Ghatkopar. We drank the famous Indian drink called Energy. It is a dairy drink made of milk and yogurt that powers your body when you are tired. Then I went home and arrived at 8p. We played soccer (called football in India) I was by myself against my sister maamaa and my cousin, my sister isn’t to good so it is very easy to get past her. In India kids go to sleep at like 12:30 on the weekends. On the weekdays , like me in summer go to sleep at 9p. At 6p every evening there is a building party all of the kids play soccer or cricket, while the seniors talk and parents watch after their kids. I play with Riddan.

So, Then wonder is the next thing I will discover about India.

2 Replies to “Shopping/Party”

  1. What are some of the big differences that you notice between India and USA?

    For example, one difference you wrote about is how, every evening, families get together in the courtyard of the building to play together. That’s unique and doesn’t happen in USA. What other differences do you notice? Stores? Restaurants? Sports they play? Clothes? Friendliness?

    1. Well ya . . . . They play cricket and all of the restaurants are Indian, which is difrent because in Portland they have food from all over the world. And for clothes most of the women were Indian dresses all the time. And I am not interested in shopping for stores but in my opinion they have too many stores that mama goes crazy with.

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