Princes and paupers, splendid robes and rags, riches and poverty .... palaces and hovels, geniuses, giant ogres, tigers and elephants, sacred cows roam freely, while thousands of poor people die for want of a morsel to bring their stomachs right there on the sidewalks. on the streets ... how sad is to go on the road and feel the heart shrink by looking at contrasting bodies left ........ ...... to know its magnificent monuments, temples ... all these contradictions make India a magically seductive.
was eight years old when my mother was in delicate health condition, should be a high risk operation and required a few pints of blood, after multiple verificed my desired place, I posed my bare feet on the land beloved .... I talked to people in their language!! The next day my heart overflowed with emotion ... ... that seems so sweet and nice ......! Ahhhhh
if God give me the joy of traveling to India .... do not know if my heart could stand it ....
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