After ten trips to India, having a chaï in front of the New Delhi railway station this morning by sunrise, I left everything around me for a while and I lost myself in my thoughts, without being able to control anything. I looked around, I smiled and I realized that, after so much time of my life I have already spent in India, this country and its people still fascinate me as much as on that very first day I came here, some 15 years ago. During all these years, I have moved to so many places around the world, but I have always come back to India, sooner or later.
India is an endless path. It's like a never ending book, a magic box where you can always find something new. I could travel on its roads forever. As a travel through India feels also like being a journey within, inside our deepest mysteries.