I didn’t want to jinx it. When I got the news about India, I worried that it would be too good to be true–so I decided to keep silent and go about my life. There was a strong sense that it would happen and an equally pervasive feeling that it wouldn’t. But now, I am happy to report that it’s happening! I finally got hold of a ticket and I’m waiting for my visa to get processed.
These are two books that i’ve been taking to bed with me. The one on the right is a standard Lonely Planet guide which I picked up because it was on sale and two years old. The book on the left is special. My dad had gone to India a few years back to photograph a couple getting married there. He was flown to India and he lived in the Oberoi in Delhi. As a parting present, bride and groom gifted him with this beautiful DK guidebook that reads like an encyclopedia.
These items alone make the place real to me already…what more the actual place and its stunning splendor?
Have any of you gone to India? If so, what do you suggest I do/see?
My defense of silence comes from Graywolf Press: Tracy K. Smith writes about it here. Unsure of whether it is completely relevant but lately this is how I feel about my writing. It too undergoes stages and some have to close before others can begin.