Living in 2 worlds
It has been few months since I returned from visiting a location of our nation, which is not too visible for most of us in the visible, incredible and promoted India. Physically I am back, but like the story of the porters in Africa who felt the speed has been too much and they were waiting for their souls to catch up, 1 my soul is still some where there, in the valleys beyond the Eastern Ghats. My mind is still processing the various things I saw and heard. As I left the airport from the nearest city, the concrete jungles with huge billboards, the large worship places of free market economy, the malls, with its own beauty, I was treated to another beauty. The beauty of, the jungles, hills and valleys and 6 hours of flying through the bumps, hairpin bends with no net connectivity. The person who was driving me, was in his early twenties, a recently married young local man. After couple of hours of flying through these roads, he asked me, can I talk to you about something. The quest