The land of spice, rice, colour, fabric, tea, rickshaws, idols, people, people and more people…Walking around in Delhi in the summer is not for the faint hearted. The scent of cow dung, incense, curry, chai tea, exhausts fumes and decomposing trash floods your senses and you struggle to absorb it all. It takes time for one to understand India and enjoy her, her mysterious beauty and her effortless glamour. Some never get the chance to grasp who she is and learn to love her and her people. They don’t know what they’re missing…
On this four-week journey trough India I got a chance to taste her, to experience her, to listen to her. I call her darling India. She showed me that her people need a smile, they need food, they need love. She wants to provide but she can’t. There are to many asking her, pleading her for their everyday needs. She feels hopeless, hungry, pathetic and
depressed. She weeps, but nobody listens.
My heart broke for her and the people holding on (with both hands) to her thousand year customs, religions and traditions. From Bollywood stars to four-year-old beggars, all part of the same lie, the same never-ending circle of hopelessness.
I also saw and heard the other side. It was children in an orphanage who shouted out the message of hope. A message for darling India, and all the people breathing her air. It is written on everything they say and do: “Jesus”
May darling India learn to embrace this message and make it your essence!!!
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