One of the best things about travel is that it makes you much more aware of your own mind, the way a cold breeze makes you suddenly aware of your skin.I don’t really believe that there can ever be objective ‘true’ documents of a people or places, least of all in a country as vast, old, and diverse as India. We will only ever really able to see through the filter of our identities, and thus the only true document is one that shows the individual experience of a place.
I think the thing that impressed me most about India was the proximity of everything to everything else. In the United States, life is very compartmentalized. We have spaces for commerce, other spaces for religion, other spaces for mourning or celebration, etc… In India, however, life felt like a beautiful hurricane of experiences and sensations, as if everything that could happen was taking place simultaneously, in every possible space.