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.
One Apple A Day #266
One Apple A Day #266
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.