Most travellers come to India at a crossroads in their lives, searching for answers, meaning or wisdom. After a few short weeks of train journeys, temple visits, and long intense conversations with other travellers (most of whom are stoned) they think they’ve figured India out. They haven’t. Indians haven’t figured India out.
I’ve given up. India is a beautiful enigma that I will never figure out. I’ve been a traveller, a writer, a wife, a daughter in law, and – most recently – a corporate employee here. Yet from all these perspectives, I still find the more I try to quantify and understand India, especially from a socioeconomic and commercial perspective, the more upset I become.
Kiran and I are moving back to London this summer. And for me, it’s time to find a new way to co-exist with this confounding place. It will forever be a part of my life.