Holy cow, India, you kicked my ass.
It's cliche to say that I feel changed. But I do. I mean, that's why one travels to India in the first place, no? If Argentina caressed my body and Africa touched my heart - then you, you India, socked me in the soul.
I saw so much and so little. From the sticky embrace of Kerala to the chaotic crush of Delhi. I explored you via plane, train, taxi, rickshaw, boat, scooter, bicycle and foot. But the real miles I crossed were within. You exhausted me. You invigorated me. I am lighter and heavier at the same time.
I want to thank you for hitting me in the gut - so I could fall, summon my courage and stand up a stonger person.
Namaste.
