Today I live my cliché. I sit anxiously in the Heathrow duty free area watching passerbys; wondering if they anticipate like me, or are as excited as I am. India. The golds and green leaves of corriander I wrote about in my application are about to gain a face.
This is a reminder if my own thoughts. I do not know what I expect of India, but I guess that's exactly it. Insight? Would be nice... But I think that's more to do with life than its location. I don't aspire to change while there. I don't want to come back a different person, like those on Catholic religious retreats, who have sworn they saw God on a crucifix, even though he's hung there the entire time.
I digress. I want to be my same self, just a version that smiles more, appreciates. Is thankful, like so many of the Indian people I will be thrilled to meet.
This is a reminder if my own thoughts. I do not know what I expect of India, but I guess that's exactly it. Insight? Would be nice... But I think that's more to do with life than its location. I don't aspire to change while there. I don't want to come back a different person, like those on Catholic religious retreats, who have sworn they saw God on a crucifix, even though he's hung there the entire time.
I digress. I want to be my same self, just a version that smiles more, appreciates. Is thankful, like so many of the Indian people I will be thrilled to meet.
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