A Visit To An Indian Bazaar
Twenty years back, I immigrated to the States but have visited India often. As soon as I step out of the Mumbai airport, the incredible diversity of life hits me. It’s like BOOM! The sounds, sights, and colors of everyday life bombard you from all directions in all forms.
Life in the States is very standardized. It proceeds in a very modular, systematic, pre-planned, muted, and sterile manner. When I first landed in the States in 2002, I remember asking my husband if a curfew was in effect in the region? I couldn’t believe that were hardly any individuals on the road!
So imagine my reaction every time I stay in India? It seems like every rule, process, and way of being has been twisted and manipulated. It’s beyond what one’s senses can indeed imagine.
Indian Streets:
Life on the Indian street is genuinely organic, spontaneous, and charged with intensity. The sheer number of humans on the road is an absolute knockout to one’s eyes and ears.
Pedestrians are everywhere, busy chatting, buying from the plethora of mom & pop stores, loitering, or waiting for the next bus or the autorickshaw.
