Welcome to India
I always seem to arrive in Bangalore in the wee hours of the pre-dawn morning, jet lagged, half-baked from a few hours too many on airplanes and get the amazing gift of allowing the sunrise to clear my foggy mind. Today the waning, but still rather full moon lingered in the sky so that the sun and moon stood on either side of the world. I don’t know what that means, but I took it as a good omen. Just as the sun overtook the darkness and began burning through the morning fog I thought to myself that I wanted the sweet, milky tea of India called chai. Almost instantaneously my driver pulled over, turned around and asked me if I wanted a little tea. A yes was already on my lips, my excitement both for the familiar taste and the effortlessness of manifestation. A good omen, indeed. The beauty of India can best be experienced through feeling and being. And if I thought too hard about the chai I would receive then I might not have taken it–India takes the notion of street vendors to a totally different level!