I don’t know how to put it in words but I cannot describe what India is all about and if I do it would take more than a blog. I’ve visited India a few times and believe me I haven’t seen nothing yet. It’s a never-ending country with a never-ending culture, people, languages and religions. It’s incredible. The very long flight, anticipation, delays and everything else that come with travel, once I landed all the headache and fatigue were well worth the effort. India is a country that’s impossible to believe.
You can’t miss India on the map. Surrounded by wall of Himalayan mountains and large seas this land is full of contradictions. It’s massive and exaggerated. A world in itself. I felt in a complete trance, a feeling that stayed well rooted in my soul long after I returned home.
When I left the air craft I could smell ashes in the air. I looked up and saw foggy skies. It was late and a thick layer of pollution was floating above my head. It didn’t bother me, I was too excited to see what’s ahead. I felt fortunate to arrive to India and discover a whole new world, life. Fifteen hour flight is no picnic and Jet-lag didn’t hit. Yet. Landing at night was the best because I got to go right to sleep and woke up the next morning to a new world, literally.
It feels alluring to wake up in the morning and a lush glamorous arrangement of flowers welcomes you. Everything in the hotel was luxurious. The interiors, arrangements of furniture, the bar, restaurants even the elevators all looked well thought out. Young Indian girls wearing magnificent traditional Saris lead us to the breakfast room. Service was impeccable. But wait! this is not the real India. The point is, one step outside the hotel and the real adventure begins. Let me add that staying at a chic hotel in India helped keep my sanity for the night. It was too much to take in. It was insane.
It seems that there are more Rickshaw on the roads than any other transportation in India. In mid-day this circular area is crazy with traffic we got dizzy. Looking at this photo I can still hear the noises of buses, cars, motorcycles, rickshaw. We risked our lives trying to cross the streets. ‘Run don’t walk’ was our motto. Traffic rules? what rules?
Poverty in India is beyond words and this is a mild short memoir of what I’ve seen. My first image of a very young girl, a baby, wearing only a t-shirt. She was trying to reach the balls that hung on the other side of the fence. She wasn’t afraid to climb the railings to get those soccer balls while traffic was swirling around her. Didn’t seem to bother her the intense heat shooting through the asphalt and burning her little feet. I admired her persistence. Don’t know if she reached to the balls. The sidewalk was stationed in a middle of a very busy intersection in Delhi. I had enough time to follow the girl with my eyes and wonder about her and many other children in India. I was afraid she would get hurt, fall on the hot asphalt or get hit by a car. I looked around but no one was there but her. Was she an orphan? hungry? tired? I couldn’t get my eyes off of her until she vanished from my view as we drove away.
Different ways to explore India: