Livsnjutare: One who loves life deeply and lives it to the extreme.

My first Weekend

It was my first time meeting my host mom, she hugged me as soon as she saw me. I felt the warmth of her love. She looked at me with a bright smile and with her euphonious voice, she said "Nice to have you with us and everyone is waiting for you at home, Samyu!". And when I looked at my host sister Juliette, I became more joyful than I was. She smiled at me and I never forget. Or more accurately, I will remember it. I met her first in India and I don't know if it was destiny- called. 

We both collaborated as presenters and she visited my place and my family on Diwali to celebrate it with us. Even if it was just for a day, her sweet voice and the way she adjusted to our Indian lives left a remarkable footprint in all our hearts. She was kind and thoughtful at the same time.  We were about to leave Tim's place and the clouds darkened. 

Mom had put my suitcase in the trunk and we sat in the car. It started raining and it was so relaxing. I heard raindrops pattering against my window and it seemed as if the sounds were inviting me to become a part of them. 

As soon as I got out of the car at my host's place, I met my host dad, younger sister, and brother. My host house was beautiful outside and inside. It all started with "Welcome home" to "How was your flight journey?" As we began to spoke a lot, at that moment I knew I had the best host family I could ever ask for. Later, Juliette helped me look around the home. I refreshed myself and went to my room. I, Juliette, and Sacha lived on the second floor, my mom dad and Michiel lived on the first floor. I tried looking out through the window but it was dark. I saw nothing but the blackness of a chilly spring night. And the night passed.

Saturday 9:00

I woke up late and went down to the dining hall. I saw smoothies prepared and placed on the table. My mom said that I can have them and they all had their breakfast already. She sat with me with a mug of coffee and asked what we can do for today. We discussed and concluded to shop for groceries. It was my first morning in the Netherlands.  My dad took me out to receive my new bike(bicycle). Cycling is so common that I had regretted asking whether they were cyclists or not. "We aren't cyclists, we're just Dutch," came the response.

I am one short mankind but the seat of the bike was higher than I could sit. So, we had to return it to the shop back. Later, We got in the car and the sun shined brightest in the morning when we went to a bakery first. 

Then we went to Grote Markt(market). It's the heart of the city and continued buying vegetables and fruits needed. I looked at every shop as if it was something new to me. Slowly there was a change in the temperature. The shiny bright morning later changed into mist and cold. There was dense fog everywhere. Everything looked hazy. Things at a distance were hardly seen. As we finished shopping, we went to the car and it started raining again.