Thank you India Thank you providence Thank you disillusionment Thank you nothingness Thank you clarity Thank you, thank you silence -Alanis Morrissette
I can't stress enough how many expectations I had for my trip to India. From Yoga, to seeing a Fortune Teller, visiting an Ashram and celebrating Holi, I was desperately seeking a Spiritual Awakening, an epiphany, a reason to accept my life, my body and my status as a twenty-eight year old single woman, just as it is. Those two weeks flew by in a way you can't even imagine, and though I had taken part in some of the most astounding, memorable, and significant activities I've ever experienced, that lingering wish, unanswered question, and life-affirming wisdom I convinced myself I'd find in this country, still had not presented itself to me.
By the end of our trip, I had heard enough honking, smelled enough sewage, peed in enough holes in the ground, been nearly run over by every rickshaw and tuk tuk in Northern India, eaten enough curry, and cried enough tears to correct California's drought. Haha, just kidding...I actually didn't eat much curry. In any case, my senses were shot, I was overstimulated and just ready to come home.
On our last day, after checking out of our room, Hailey, --I think I've mentioned her before; here, here, here, here, and here-- and I had planned to meet a few of the other girls for lunch before roaming the streets of Delhi. After dropping our bags at the front desk, we made our way over to the Old Prayer because our remaining Rupees were burning a hole in our wallets, and one of the other girls, who had already headed to the airport, asked if we could take a photo of the shop keeper for her. That somewhat strange, but simple request shifted my entire experience in the shop, and in India, in more ways than I ever could have imagined.