Seven days ago and more than 50 degrees warmer, I was in my beloved India. Back in the USA, I'm reading Gregory David Roberts' Shantaram, and found this lovely paragraph, which speaks for me:
“You must be careful, here, with the real affection of those you meet. This is not like any other place. This is India. Everyone who comes here falls in love---most of us fall in love many times over. And the Indians, they love most of all….there is nothing strange in this….It happens often, and easily, for the Indians. That is how they manage to live together, a billion of them, in reasonable peace. They are not perfect, of course…..But more than any other people in the world, the Indians know how to love one another.”
(Shantaram, by Gregory David Roberts, page 85)
(Shantaram, by Gregory David Roberts, page 85)
(picture taken in January, at a meeting with a CFCA mother's group in Hyderabad. How easy it was to fall in love with these hardworking souls!)
what a great poem and how accurate...you told me so long ago that india was a change agent..she certainly is.. but it is something that cant be explained or understood.. you either feel it or you dont..
ReplyDeleteand it bonds those that feel it as nothing else can...john