A dish concocted sans curry will be no problem as 5 grocery stores are within one mile of my house, not to mention the plethora of restaurants providing a variety of cuisines should I desire something other than a good old-fashioned cheeseburger and milkshake - or an enchilada or two.
The impact of the trauma - well that's another thing entirely. Since the event we have had our share of reprieves, and been able to create a facsimile of normal to get us through. Our hotel room had HBO and Star World movies which gave us topics of "have you seen this or that movie" to random discussions of various actors and their antics (V was totally unaware Paramount cancelled their contract with Tom Cruise). And we had plenty of laughter as well - to lighten the gravity of our circumstance - virtual hostages in our hotel.
We laughed, but then...
There were lots of sounds that made us smile to be sure:
Their laughter when they saw a "trick" they didn't understand.
The village children's applause when I made the interpreter translate the "crying".
The worship of the locals singing "Yesu, Yesu" on a village rooftop with lightning flashing in the night sky.
The transformed sound of Pastor P's quiet gentle voice and mannerisms turn into a fiery round of praise, adoration and admonition to his missionaries like a General preparing his troops for battle. Always ending "In the Name of Jesus."
The sound of A's laughter as he told jokes no one but he could understand and just enjoying something even that got lost in the translation.
On airplanes I may need noise canceling headphones to help me forget I am trapped in a flying tube for 10 or more hours, but God has given me His noise canceling mechanism for life. It is those sounds of India, and the sound of two sister saints in the field, reading back and forth prayers coming in from around the world, from people we didn't even know who had heard of the battle. Through tears and deep breaths of humility and praise -
The sound of breaking glass is becoming a faint remembrance.