“And with those words, audibly, the frozen part of your heart crumbles.”
— Haruki Murakami, "Kafka on the Shore"
Perhaps that's what I feel about India. The country is so diverse and complicated, that it's so easy to experience mood swings when visiting India. You wake up feeling great and hopeful that day would turn out to be a good day. But before even the first sip of chai of the day, you receive bad news after bad news that makes you think you might as well stay in bed, only as the day unfolds, the bad news turns out to be blessings in disguise that you're glad you didn't decide to go back to sleep that morning. That's India. You can't describe it with one sentence.
India takes before it gives. It takes your patience before it reveals its charms. It's chaotic, badly noisy and polluted but the food is great and cheap. The people have bad body odor and rude, but some of them are trying too hard to cater your every need.
Love it or hate it, it takes special characters to appreciate what the country has to offer.
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