India is alive. She pulsates. She sings. She dances. She breathes. She is not, however, for the faint-hearted.
The sensory overload is inescapable; confronting. The cacophony of sounds; unexpected smells; zest of flavours; imperfect textures; kaleidoscope of colours – constant stimuli permeate one’s entire being.
In essence, India can be summed up in two words: organised chaos. To visit, one must accept the dirt, pollution and poverty permeating the streets. Only then can true insight be gained into the raw beauty this country has to offer.
The highlight of travelling around India is observing and meeting the local people. In general, there is a certain type of sensibility that resides amongst them. Regardless of region, caste or religion, they possess a common, acute sense of being; undoubtedly a result of the layers of history which has influenced the inherent connection between the people, their land and intense spirituality.