Do you ever dream about going to a place?
A country, a city, a beach, a mountain?
I did. About a lot of places, but there was one more persistent than all the others and that had a special place in my heart.
I have dreamed - and daydreamed - for more than 10 years about traveling to India. You might ask why - as a lot of people did - but there is no answer.
Although the idea was born in my head when I was a teenager – the passing days, months and years gave no rational explanation for my desire.
… Maybe because I’ve found the concepts of Buddhism and Hinduism absolutely fascinating.
… Maybe because I was so many times amazed by the richness of colors I associated with India.
…Maybe because as the time passed I have found out that a lot of people whom I find inspiring also lived here for a while or at least visited this country.
Or I might have wanted to see if I am really capable of turning my desires into reality.
Last year I have felt that it is now or never. So I have made the decision. And as 2017 was approaching, my over-the-seas-and-far-away journey also was.
On the dawn of 20th of January I have arrived after 16 hours of travel to the land of myths. My plane landed in the Southern part of the country, in Chennai – formerly known as Madras. For 200 days with 1 suitcase and 1 backpack. 30 kilos.