Zrii And The Wisdom Of India

Landing at the New Delhi airport is not a particularly luxurious affair. After receiving a passport stamp, I wandered down a long pathway crowded by low ceiling and what seemed like millions of people. Someone warned that if I made eye contact with the beggars, I would find myself swarmed by dozens of homeless, starving children until I gave them money. The sight is one burned on my mind and I frequently find myself thinking about my three-week stay in India. I’m in awe of its heritage, people and culture that the world so often labels as pitiful, chaotic and dirty.