How can I describe what it feels like to be sitting on the back of a motorcycle flying through Delhi’s insane multi-lane unorganized action-packed jungle of untamed vehicles, wearing no helmet (but to be fair, at least there’s not a sleeping infant resting against my chest in comparison to my fellow helmetless women on the highway), speeding past bulls that are cooling off in the muddy Yamuna river where farmers wash vegetables before heading off to markets, bumping up and down on broken roads of mud and rocks that should be shut off for traffic, turning corners and bothering philosophizing goats in their morning promenade, looking at billboard advertisements for skin whitening moisturizers and smiling cricket stars hugging boxes of cereal, holding my breath against the nauseating odor from rottening sewages where women with indifference in their eyes and flies in their hair wash yawning children under illegal water pipes; aching when I get eye contact with tightly packed hens wearing few feathers in cages stacked on the back of trucks, thinking about the email from my boss offering me to attend the annual training event at Euro Disney, getting stared at by teenage boys with elbows tightly locked in open windows as they hang on the outside of crowded buses, suffering from dehydration with frail limbs trapped in the scorching temperature, almost colliding with coconut colored cows and rag picking children under bridges, while my heart is pounding to the beat of a senses overdose in this moment when life is lived to the fullest?
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I want to thank everyone for sharing this experience with me. I have enjoyed all of your comments and emails!
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