One Apple A Day #266
Third day in India. I feel like an explorer, keeping the journal of a perilous mission. The kind of explorers that were the protagonists of my childhood readings. India was the scenario of the adventures of most of Salgari and Kipling books. And I can understand why. This country is overwhelming on every level, in particular for its contrasts. The vivid colours of women’s clothes and of the spices at the market against the grey that covers almost everything in Mumbai. The rich adornment of buildings while in front a family lives on the pavement. The inebriant smell of the typical food at the corner of stinky streets. Men are talking on a smartphone while pushing a bicycle cover with heavy stuff that would suit better on a truck. An old man immersed in his meditation amidst the absolute chaos of Mumbai traffic.
And today I left Mumbai. I caught a train while it was moving and in that small gesture, I felt free. The train was full but not packed, but Indian guys loved to stay on the threshold of the open doors. And they like to jump in and out of the train while it is moving. I don’t know why. Maybe it is an automatic behaviour necessary when the trains are full.
I arrived at what I thought was a small town. Maybe it is, but the noise and the chaos are the same of Mumbai.
Though, this chaos doesn’t bother me like the traffic in our cities. All this movement is elegant. I’ll investigate.