![]() ![]() ![]() Cattle drawn carts compete for a space along with taxis, buses (seams bursting with arms, legs, a cow's head), men clutch women clutch babies clutch men, speed on motorbikes. Rickshaws zigzag dangerously - dodge in and out and roundabout - there seems to be no right of way. Noise and air pollution threatens to engulf. The heady fragrance of freshly strung jasmine garlands cascade from plaited hair and infuses with the aroma of spices, city furore, diesel and heat. glimpses of golden adornment shimmer in the sunlight, silver foil and tasselled ribbons twist around horns of slow moving cattle. The richness of terracotta earth paints a backdrop, vibrant colours blur the vision, a kaleidoscope of sari clad women. I am jetlagged, but India awakens the senses, I smell it, bear it and see it.
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