It was the intensity of those eyes, a part of that fleeting moment, never again to emerge from the colorful covers that beautifully contrasted the dull colors of dirt and dust.
“When you travel, remember that a foreign country is not designed to make you comfortable. It is designed to make its own people comfortable.” – Clifton Fadiman
Tearing every roti with my bare hands, walking along the dusty path before sunrise, and welcoming the purple skies with prayer, I feel closer to this land where culture must extend its definition.
Swadisht (स्वादिष्ट) is the Hindi word for “delicious.”
India is a gastronomic paradise! I haven’t been to many places but no doubt that India tops my palate list. It has the best I’ve tasted so far and, whether my friends believe me or not, it’s so easy to be vegetarian as long as you are eating Indian cuisine.
I thought my country is rough enough to train me to be fit, mean and survive. In India, I felt like a war casualty–tired, beaten and dirty but with a shining medal of valor hanging around my bruised neck. The battle is half-lost and there’s another half I have to win.