DAVID GREENE, host:
And now let's talk about people who come to the U.S. One of them was commentator Sandip Roy, who arrived from India years ago. His niece just arrived in the U.S. as a student.
Mr. SANDIP ROY (Editor, FirstPost.com): Over 20 years ago, my niece, then a little baby, came to the Calcutta airport as I was leaving for America. This year, she left for the U.S. and I went to see her off. As the American in the family, I got lots of questions. How many dollars should she take with her? Should she pack turmeric and cumin? I wanted to tell her, dont worry about what spices to stash between your sweaters and jeans. Dont fret about mobiles and laptops.
Remember instead the sound of your grandmother calling the fishmonger every day for last minute orders of your favorite.
(Soundbite of a conversation)
Mr. ROY: As your departure loomed, she tagged each day to a meal: ilish fish on Monday, koi on Tuesday, prawns on Wednesday.
(Soundbite of a marketplace)
Unidentified Man #1: (Foreign language spoken)
Mr. ROY: Dont forget the hubbub of the marketplace where the button man doesnt just sell buttons, but also asks about your grandmothers knee.
(Soundbite of a marketplace and heavy rainfall)
Mr. ROY: Dont forget the patter of the monsoon on tin roofs, the first thunderstorms turning the hot blazing summer afternoons so dark we have to turn on the light.
(Soundbite of rain and thunder)
Mr. ROY: Remember the call of the street peddlers. The twang of the old man who fluffs quilts before they are stored away for another winter.
(Soundbite of a quilt fluffer)
Unidentified Man #2: (Foreign language spoken)
Mr. ROY: The daily cry of the recycle-wallah with his little handcart looking for old newspapers and pots. Some of this might still be here when you come back. But much of it will not.
I know you packed your life carefully into big red suitcases: the family photo collage your mother gave you; your grandmother's old songbook; even your favorite instant noodles.
But how do you wrap a neighborhood? Its potholes and cracks, the saris drying on rooftops, the lurching buses, stuffed to the brim, the conductor shouting out all the places you will go.
(Soundbite of traffic)
Unidentified Man #3: (Foreign language spoken)
Mr. ROY: They are marking the map of your city as it looks today. But it will grow and change without you, adding new neighborhoods whose names you wont recognize when you come back - just as I did not.
(Soundbite of metro announcer)
Mr. ROY: Hold of all this close now, so one day you can find the way back, just as I did
(Soundbite of metro announcer and music)
GREENE: Commentator Sandip Roy is an editor with FirstPost.com. You can comment on his essay on the Opinion Page at npr.org.
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