Colour flashes against dusty corners. Brilliant smiles light up hidden streets. There is shouting. There is laughter. There is raw, smouldering beauty. And there is life.
Light filters through the cracks. And suddenly I can see. The only danger is of being carried away by the magic. Beauty leeches into your skin and colours your soul. Even as sweat beads down your back.
You are welcome here. The stares become smiles when you let them. The curiosity is contagious. Soft hands grab your hands. They want to touch. Want to see. Want to learn. Want to know. Just as you do.
Warm eyes. Warm hearts. Warm smiles. Simple pleasures and kind gestures.
This is India. It has taken me three days to scratch its surface. Either that, or it just scratched mine.