When I go to India
A colleague, mentor and friend of Tatjana’s sent her a book (Little Life, Big India) his daughter had made of her travels in India. She went there for an exchange program in college, and decided to stay another semester because she is so taken by India. She put together a book filled with the intoxicating images of this country that defies any description you would try to place on it. And at the end of her book she writes:
There is no record of reality. If you drink a cup of tea, you will never be able to explain to them so accurately that they themselves taste the tea. You for that matter, will never be able to taste it again. So the best we can do is recognize and experience each sip. When we can feel every experience with sincerity, our reality becomes our truth. This truth is god.
December 27th, 2010 at 11:43 am
Wow! Sounds like a very good project, this. Will she publish it? I’d certainly line up to buy it. I know exactly what she’s saying about not being able to describe adequately the things I’d most like to share–the sounds and tastes and some of the smells.
December 27th, 2010 at 11:57 am
She self published with Blurb and her dad sent us a copy. I’m looking forward to reading about your updated interaction with India.