To India, I thank you. 

To the holy cow who tried to sit on my lap
To the relentless hooting that never gave up
To the magical chaos and colour
To that constant underlying smell of pee & incense
To the little kids who begged for food then offered me some
To the strangers who spoke to me like old friends about G*d, creation & love


To the heat, chillies & sun salutations
To the street-food-wallah who cooked me fresh samoosas rather than the ones he’d prepared “only 10 minutes before” due to the slightly (massively) sceptical look on my face
To the chai-wallah who gave me a little extra because he claimed I “have a light” in my eyes


To the monkeys for the hours of amusement
To the electricity for choosing the best times to go out
To the wonderful ventilation and water pressure in the bathrooms (*jokes jokes)
To the frogs for helping me keep my sense of humour in the ‘shower’ (*no jokes)


To the sunrises that lifted me
To the sunsets that said “Rest! Everything’s alright”
To the 36 000 000 Gods, I think one of you heard me.


To India,
for for being utterly unapologetic
for being everything and nothing that I expected,
I thank you.

Namaste

Peace out

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