India: lesson N. 1
It’s 3.30 am when I landed in Delhi, and India has overwhelmed me with a foolishness that there’s no way to tame.
It’s hell hot, the traffic is insane, the constant honking is giving me a headache, Dehi’s air is brownish and too many people, on the sides of the street, live in a way that can only be described as heartbreaking.
The only thing I can do is to swallow the sense of confusion I feel and try to adjust to a society that doesn’t belong to me in many ways, but somehow I can see its potential.
India is teaching me the hard way that if I want to find out its charm, I have to surrender to its craziness.
So I did it… and once I surrendered to India and allowed myself to go with the flow, I discovered a life which is poorer than the one I am used to, but much richer in love, generosity and humbleness.
And yes, my clothes, my hair and my entire self are soaked with sweat, I look horrible and I know I am going to stink by the end of the day.
And yes, rats and spiders feel free to run around my feet… it’s gross, but the only way I can fight them is to jump away.
But I have finally arrived to the Community Centre, I met the Indian dream team and the noise of our laugh while the three of us ride the same motorbike during the water round overcomes the one of the car horns around us.
Day by day I get to know all the pairs of curious eyes that appear here and there greeting me in the streets of Tirmasahun with cute big smiles.
I sit in people’s house, drink chai tea and have random conversations with the most uneducated people who with their mix of gesture, smiles and strange dialect, talk to me about life and philosophy. They don’t call it philosophy, because they don’t know what it is, and maybe just because of that they go straight to the point and astonish me with their simple humanity.
Federica for United for Hope