May be I am cursed that i have to go back to India, after four and a half years ago I had promised to myself in Indira Gandhi International Airport in Delhi just before I went back to Indonesia that I am not going to come back ever again to this country. Destiny. Who is going to be able to refuse destiny. Bad or good, we have to face and accept it.
Ah, India. To me, her memories is still vivid. The joy of traveling here was incomparable. Rage and Peace; Sad and Happy. It brought me shocks in every turn. Never I had the experience from traveling like I had in India. This country is extremely exhausting, the living standard of the poor is deadly in the rock bottom, but the memories is for sure everlasting. India, among the countries I have traveled so far, is still the best and unbeatable.
May be that is why I am cursed to be back there. Though now it is going to be different as I am not going to bring my boot or my backpack. This is a week job in Mumbai that is appointed to me which still until now I couldn’t believe why I was chosen to be going there. But when the time is approaching slowly to the time of departure, surprisingly, I m starting to feel back to the joy of the memories of India. It seems like I can smell the stink of India again. The stink of the rock bottom hostel in Old Delhi where I stayed. The stink of three tier sleeping train which transported me all over India. The stink of a real life of one of the roughest lands in the world. The stink of myself that I believe I never regretted that it ever happened to me.
The smell of India is indeed mine. And truly now, I am glad that I am coming back there again.
Carpe Diem!
Ahmad Zae
