As for my general feeling about being back in India- it has such a sensory component; I can close my eyes and feel that I'm back, from the blaring horns of the rickshaw drivers, the bustle of footsteps I can hear going by, smelling the warm, humid gusts of wind as I stretch my arms getting off my flight. For me there is definitely a feeling that I can call "India", in the pit of my stomach, in my hands when I open the heavy iron gates to someone's home, in my feet that dry and crack and become tough from the the marble floors I walk on all day. I suppose its one of the reasons I love coming to India, life moves in such different waves here. There is such beauty amidst all the chaos of the hordes of people, bustling traffic, and hectic city life.
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