I’ve been trying to come up with ideas to keep things fresh over here. One of the things that came to mind was to do something special when I hit 500 followers. One of the things that came to mind was to feature guest posts. I put it on my list of things to consider.
Then last week, I posted about India for my Travel Thursday segment. One of my readers spoke up about having been there and offered to recommend reading material. I was so excited that she had been before that I asked if she’d be interested in writing a guest post. I wasn’t sure if that would be of any interest but figured what’s the worst that could happen? She could say no? So I asked. Now that you have the background of how this post came to be, check out Kelly’s words about her trip to India. Make sure you stop by her page, it’s absolutely beautiful.
India is a feast for the senses. If you can imagine what it could be to collect sunlight in a glass bottle, put a stopper on it, and then pour it over our skin continuously, that’s what walking in Delhi feels like.
You feel it— the heat, like the inside of your mouth when you breathe out. It wraps you up and you can bask in its warmth. It’s so intense its palpable- imagine reaching out and watching your fingertips graze an invisible curtain of the sun’s rays.
And you feel, as you walk, the streets beneath you moving as the crowds move. Every step you take follows the footsteps of the person in front of you, and the bodies pushing and shoving becomes part of one rhythmic motion- the beat of life in a thriving city. Swirling colors, bright saris of pink and green flutter in the wind of constant movement when a mango seller’s hands reaches out from your left to ask you to buy his wares.
And you can’t help but buy one. Carts of fruit are tempting, as the heat and noise, the lullaby of the city, can be overwhelming. Hypnotizing you into a sleepiness where you just walk and admire, like an observer in a dream. So when you first bite into the sweetness of the fruit, you really appreciate the coolness of it, the freshness. It’s real.
There are signs everywhere in the capital city, toppling one another over the blues and grays of attached buildings. It’s the mix of old India, and the new. The older faces of men and women who smoke and are unaffected by the bustle, and the magical images of the exotic place you once heard of. It’s all there, the color splashed temples, the smell of incense and animals, the crisscrossing animation of cars and brown rickshaws.
And always the sun. At first you feel it, but then you see it. Walking through the shelter of a market alleyway, a dusty golden sun filters through the spaces between the covered stalls blankets. It’s a sepia soaked effect, almost like a photograph of another time, so beautiful that you’ll never forget it.
But what you hear is the most striking. There’s laughter, and voices speaking a language you don’t understand. But what you do understand is someone pushing bottles of water towards you because he too, is wrapped in sunlight. And you laugh with the children who watch you tripping over the rhythm of the city because they’ve been here longer, and know how to run through the color and the noise without missing a beat.
As if I didn’t already want to go visit India! This beautiful description makes me want to go even more! Make sure to show your love in the comments section here so Kelly can check back and see how much we support her! Thanks again Kelly for being so willing to write the first guest post on my blog!