Moments of Grace

…And then we jump off the wild, horn-blaring rollercoaster taxi ride back into the street filth, heavy smog and immense crowds. I have no idea where I am but I know I’m where I need to be. From the smell of dead things and piss, we turn the corner under a crumbling bridge into bursts of light, magnificent color, the aroma of sweet flowers all around, garlands, fresh fruits and wet leaves of herbs. A wave of people come rushing down the stairs of the train station. So many people I am brought to a standstill. For a moment, stopped directly in front of me is a joyful mother and child, in hot pink and vibrant turquoise, adorned in gold and jewels with the spirit of the goddess. She smiles at me with such elation, bouncing her baby, calling the child to see me. Hi! Hi! This beautiful girl glows and we blow each other kisses before we get swept away on our paths. Namaste! I see you, dear India. I see you and this inifite life you are.