An Incredible World

In the season when days get terribly hot and the air is so heavy that one can barely breathe, there is nothing better than a dewy glass of fresh mango juice mixed with melting ice cubes. Sip by sip your skin is forgetting about the dry blackish dust dancing around your body. Thanks to the shrilling orange colour, your eyes are becoming blind against dirty streets covered with rubbish and cow shit. Your nose is not filled with the intrusive smell of sweat anymore but calmed by the scent of mango fruit. What a yummy taste. The energy in your body is increasing slowly while the level of smooth liquid in the glass is getting lower. Such a refreshing relief in this crazy jungle with no rules.

Life here is hardly as sweet as Gulaab Jaamoon can be. Soft ball dipped in a thick syrup bringing joy to your already watered mouth. People rarely have a choice. They are just simply born into the conditions and casts which will destine their entire future. Different faces, different religions, festivals and habits, but still one nation.

In such a diverse subcontinent you can find millions of tastes changing according to the area. Tastes telling their own stories. There is just one rule which should not be broken and all places have in common. Everything must be too much. Experience so strong that it´s hitting the base of your nose. Samosa so spicy like only their women can be. Coconut Barfee too sweet like the wide sincere smile of an orphan child is. Sour curd with grapefruit not bitter than everyday life filled with fighting for existence can be. Nowhere else the human being is able to taste any kind of feeling with such a power like here.

What is this country where some are potbellied while the others are starving to the death? The country full of bitterness but never forgetting the sweet taste of trifles making life slighter? Who is this juicy lady I am so thirsty to discover?
India, incredible country of contrasts.