India is simplicity and complexity at the same time, a mix of sensations and emotions that is very difficult to describe. Every scene, color, texture, flavor, sound, seems overwhelming; all this revolution of senses happens at once, that’s the magic of it.
Traveling between the south and the north by train, car, boat and airplane, gave me a whole spectrum of what it means to be lost in many cultures, learn how to find peace and balance between the noise, the garbage and the chaos was, without any doubt, my most meaningful experience.
My journey started in Kerala, well known as “God’s own country”, a peaceful land full of coconuts and palm tress and fishermen’s. I hugged beautiful people and I shared smiles with many of them, I met one local friend who taught me a bit of Induism, took me in his rickshaw to a local Shiva festival, went to the backwaters to see the life of the locals in the canals, drove up to the mountains and I saw the immensity of the tea plantations.
I spent a few days in Varanasi, walking by the Ganges river; for the first time in my life I saw the cremation of a body and made part of this powerful ceremony. I took an overnight train to Rajhastan and spent some days in the middle of nowhere in a small villa where I shared with locals, walked with sheeps and helped to get some water from the bottom of the land.
Simple but beautiful moments that you sometimes forget when you live in a City like New York in a constant rush. Now I look back with nostalgia, I will be always grateful to had lived this experience just by myself…
