India in my Blood.

    I am here in India on my annual holiday visit. I usually stay a month and a half. I cannot describe how it is to come back ´home´. The whole year I miss everything about India...the chaos, sounds, greenery, food, the taste of the water, the fruits, the street foods, my family, my friends. I think I build things up to such a pitch to such a level of expectation...that I am invariably disappointed for a while after I am back...then India has a way of sweeping you with its unfolding dramas. Be it some political scam, some unsung hero, the suffering of the poor or the plush and luxury thats ´ín your face´ I love being here. I feel loved when I am here. I feel like I belong. India has this way of accepting and holding everyone into its fold....if you accept it the way it is. Its the place i want to die in.I hope my daughter can grow up to understand India in all its glory...all its poverty. If you don´t have it in your blood....its a tough country to understand. Not intellectually but from your heart!