India is absolutely puzzling and enthralling and downright remarkable.
On the one hand it feels like the pinnacle of adventure to walk down the street and watch an elephant lead a raucous wedding processional right down the highway.
On the other hand it feels like the pinnacle of shame to watch people line the sidewalk for the night, using empty plastic bottles as pillows.
On the one hand it’s a beautiful place with a bright, colorful culture in terms of food and dress.
On the other hand it’s an overwhelming place where every corner shows you a new store owner urging you to buy…for blocks and blocks and blocks.
It’s a majestic tapestry of sheer fabrics and filth. Trash at the gold-jangled feet of women and children.
It is intensity in both directions towards beauty and towards ugliness.
It will take me a very long time to figure any of it out.