Saturday, April 26, 2014
The tagline for India's national tourism pretty much sums it up for me.
A fascinating mix of...More...
...ploughing with oxen and a wooden plow while wearing a loincloth and talking on a cell phone,
...palm leaf huts with satellite dishes,
...little dusty dirty feet on spindly young legs topped by a tidy school uniform worn inside an unpaved roadside village's spotless cheerily painted classroom without a stick of furniture, but strung with children's proud drawings and with a blackboard covered with local and English writing,
...filth and refuse carpeting river banks and filling streets next to spotless sidewalks swept continuously with a handful of twigs forcing the sweeper to bend in half at the waist,
...brilliant colors and drab and dusty grays and browns,
...magnificent ancient temples and palaces and crumbling, moldy, paint-peeling stretches of post-WWII buildings,
but most of all what echoes and re-echoes and re-echoes in my heart...
...the ubiquitous open-souled eyes connecting warmly soul-to-soul even in a glance and the occasional hostile glares.
I've almost finished getting my pictures in order.
I can't wait to go back.