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The India *I* Know

Discordant

yet innately harmonious

a cacophony of noise

shrouding my body

the harsh

empowering light

battering from above

 

the oppressive

heat and humidity

caressing my body as I walk

 

Barefoot on the open gravel

 

Shouts are heard

from countless merchants

from the shops and bazaars

the honking of horns

the ringing of bells

from bikes

and motor rickshas

 

people bustle around

performing a dizzying range of tasks

yet all working

to a common goal

to survive

 

Yet amidst the chaos

Children run through the streets

weaving between countless giants

to sate their desire for fun

and exercise their fragile innocence

 

unmarred by the horrors of the world.

 

India...

A beautiful mess

of livelihood and dreams of success

a true cultural experience for the senses

While it may not seem the most appealing at first

I don't know how else to stress

an amazing experience for all who enter nonetheless

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sahil-suri
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Aug 26, 2013
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