Love Story: Indi-Italian

With some of the most hypnotising blue eyes I have ever seen, Jessica from Italy was born with wanderlust! This powerful story is about believing in love again, learning to trust again and following your heart no matter what people say. I have spoken with Jessica several times and I can honestly say, she is a beautiful person inside and out, …

When I was a kid I dreamt of far away countries, mysterious places and beautiful jungles. I was curious and passionate about traveling and I was sure I would meet interesting people. I was also dreaming about my Prince, waiting for me somewhere out there. Then something happened, my father left our house and went to live with another woman. That’s when my dreams shattered and I became closed and didn’t trust people anymore.

From that time on I stopped believing in love, it was just like a nice but impossible fairytale. I didn’t want to get involved with anyone and I hated everything to do with marriage and weddings, I had lost faith. I was 20 years old when I started to travel, alone. With my mother afraid of flying, I just cannot tell you how many fights we had! She was very worried about me, but I was too curious, stubborn and maybe crazy to stop travelling.

In 2011 I started planning my third solo trip but I didn’t know where to go; I couldn’t decide between Thailand and India and that’s when my mom said something that she’s regretting right now: she suggested India. I went there in March 2012 and I just fell in love with that wonderful country. India was just what I had been looking for, but I didn’t know it yet!

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Going to India was fatal for my soul, so much so that sometimes when I’m at home in Italy, I can’t stop thinking about  the smell of warm, humid and perfumed with spices air. If I get a hint of it, I feel excited and my heart runs faster… Lively, colorful, surprising, amazing as well as shocking and scary at times. I fell so deeply in love that I couldn’t help but go there a second time and, as I wanted to get closer to the culture, I tried to get some Indian friends. But how to make friends in India when I am stuck in Italy? I created a profile on an pen pal website.

It wasn’t the first time I used such a thing, I had always found nice people to talk to, but this time something was different. One day I saw a profile with some awesome photos of hills, jungles and flowers taken with passion. I couldn’t resist writing to the photographer. That day I met my love. We started to exchange e-mails, then we started to chat and it was like we has known each other from long ago. Somehow, I had some problems at work and with my family, they were so consuming, I stopped talking with him for a couple of months, even though he looked for me several times.

Anyway, the plan for my second travel to India was taking shape and the day before leaving Italy I saw that he was online, so I decided to write to him. “Tomorrow I’ll be In Delhi”, sending him those few words was the best choice I could take. It changed my life forever, the day I arrived in Delhi, we went out for a dinner in Gurgaon, at Rockman’s (which sadly closed one year ago, so we couldn’t go there for our anniversary). We were both so shy that at first, we didn’t know what to say (and he was looking so good! I didn’t expect him to be so handsome!), but as we started to talk, everything seemed so natural. It felt like we were old friends, knowing each other for years. Our words were flowing so fast, like never before. We shared our stories and our dreams, we had the same interests and adventurous spirit. That was our first date.

After that night nothing was the same, it was like we had gone mad. We were calling each other everyday and even though I didn’t believe that it could last between us, he showed me I was wrong. I was wrong about everything, I was wrong about love being impossible, about not trusting anyone, about not opening my heart.

He has always been patient when I feel insecure and when I am scared of the future. He’s always on my side and I know he always will be. That’s the reason I can face my family who are not accepting of our relationship. He’s with me and I’ll never be alone, even if I loose my family, I’m not alone.

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In August, we had our engagement party (which my family doesn’t know about) and on December he will come to Italy where we will have another engagement party. Whether my mom likes it or not, next year we will get married. We waited two years because we wanted the blessings of our families and we wanted to do everything as it should be done, but now we can’t wait anymore!

I know my mom will never say “if you’re happy, I’m happy, too”, she will always make me feel guilty because I want to go live so far from my family, but is it my fault? Falling in love? Then I’m guilty and happy to be! I love him, I will always love him and I feel I have probably I loved him in other lives too. He is the only person for me, I feel it my blood, in my heart, in my soul. I love my fiance and I’ll stay by his side at any cost!

I want to give big thanks to you, Lauren! Because knowing and having your example makes me feel better, I’m not the only crazy person who wants to live India with her love. When almost everyone is against you, it’s a relief to have someone on your side!

Jessica writes a great blog, follow her journey @ http://curriedawayy.wordpress.com/

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Love Story: My Hindi Heart

I first spoke to Crystal after she sent me a message, telling me that she was moving to India from America! We started speaking regularly, became good friends and she even attended my wedding!! A beautiful girl with a beautiful soul, she also found love in India. I am proud to introduce my first ‘Your Stories‘ post, an inspiring love story which shows that dreams do come true…

It started with a love for the Hindi language. The melodic flow of words, the speech pattern, the way Hindi sounded like a language I have always known but couldn’t remember. I wanted to speak it more than anything. Second to that was culture. Beyond the colors, the language, the spirituality or values, was a place that seemed to beckon me. Little did I know, the one who sparked my love for India would become the one I now call my true love.

About three years ago, I was working three jobs at a time. I lived on my own, supporting myself, in an ugly peach house in Blue Springs, Missouri. My full-time job was an overnight stocking job, my day job was part-time and I worked as a teacher, and finally, my weekend job was working as a barista at a coffee shop. It was lonely working nights, but I at least had the company of my online Indian friend, and we would talk at every opportunity. I was unhappy with my life, working so much and having no time for the things that were important to me, but at least I was making enough money to support myself, and enough to save for traveling. I was making plans to go to India.

Unexpectedly, I lost my full-time job, and my other two jobs were not enough. I couldn’t support myself, even with my savings, and went into a financial crisis. India was far out of my reach and I felt hopeless. After that, friendships began to crumble and even relationships with my family were falling apart. I moved in with my best friend and her husband. Though I was happy to have her support, I was at an all-time low.
One night, moments before falling into a deep sleep, I wondered where my life would take me. I closed my eyes, tears falling down, and not long after, Lord Ganesha appeared in my dreams. Without a single word, he spoke to me. His presence was warm and comforting, but in a way, he was pointing me in a particular direction. When I woke, something became very clear to me, but I couldn’t figure out the message I was supposed to understand. Three days later, I received news that I would be going to India and that someone would be sponsoring my trip. 

I worked until the day before I had to leave for India. My nerves were shot as I packed my suitcase and backpack. I questioned reality several times, because it just felt too good to be true. Reality didn’t fully sink in, until after I crossed the Atlantic Ocean. It didn’t sink in until I saw the sun rising over a dusty field in Hyderabad. This is where my adventure really began.

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My travels took me from Hyderabad to Jhansi, where I met my online Indian friend, DN. Immediately, we both felt a spark between us. We felt as if we met a thousand times before. Despite what we felt, we remained as friends until the day I witnessed Lauren and her husband marry. Though at a distance, it inspired him, and we forged an unbreakable bond and made an oath to each other. I traveled back to Jhansi and then moved on to Delhi, to work with DN. Our relationship flourished, and despite the fact that we lived apart, we went everywhere together.

I knew that our relationship would come with mutual sacrifice, and there was so much for me to learn. The youngest of his elder sisters lived in Delhi also. She and her husband approved of me and approved of us. They helped him break the news to his parents. His parents were shocked, and they did not approve. They had dreams of his future, and didn’t understand why he wanted to be with me. It was scary to them, that I was a foreigner, and they had several doubts and fears. They offered to find him a nice Indian bride, but DN stood his ground.

He assured me that they would understand with time, that they would come to know I was nothing like the stereotypical westerner they feared me to be. I learned a hard lesson of how much I was judged in India, but it made me want to prove myself even more. I would meet them MORE than half way, by learning Hindi and carefully studying society and culture. I struggled with not being accepted by a culture I was in love with, but found balance between being myself and learning to be like an Indian.

By the time I had to leave, I found it almost impossible to say goodbye to DN and impossible to leave India. Struggles aside, I found a place that truly felt fulfilling to me. It felt like home. I was ready and willing to do whatever it took to make things work between DN and I – but knowing our story would go on, did not make it any easier to leave. It all hit me at once. The realization that I accomplished my biggest dream, made many friends, had an amazing adventure and fell in love. India was everything it was meant to be, even the challenging parts.

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Currently, I am preparing to return to India in less than two weeks, and I couldn’t be more excited! Currently, DN’s parents seem to be more accepting of the idea that we are together, but I hope to strengthen our bond when I return to India. I’m ready to face every challenge. I’m ready to see me and DN’s relationship flourish. I’m ready to embrace India and free my soul once again. To think this all started with a love of the Hindi language, inspired by my first Indian friend many years ago… It’s been an incredible journey so far!

Crystal writes an inspiring blog at MyHindiHeart.com

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I’m quitting my job & getting a one-way ticket to India

It is really embarrassing bursting into tears at work all of the time! Everyday I wake up alone, eat my meals alone and come home to an empty flat. I have been working so much, my family and friends are … Continue reading