A good hand job

Trip Start Nov 20, 2012
Trip End Dec 19, 2012

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Friday, December 21, 2012

I spent my last day in Mumbai strolling trough the city's tree lined boulevards, exploring fashionable boutiques and marveling the stunning Victorian architecture. Although many facades are on the brink of falling apart, they still manage to stand proud and shine in their "shabby-chic-ness". The majestic Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus, the largest and busiest train station in Asia, is mind boggling. I sit down and watch in amazement how thousands of suits and saris swoosh by and seem to know exactly where to go. An astonishing 20 million people use the Indian railway system every day, who is one of the biggest employers in the world. I get exhausted just by looking at this organized chaos and head north towards Crawford market where one can buy anything from colorful fabric for saris and dupatta shawls to plastic Hindu God statues and plastic toys for kids.

I get to overwhelmed by it all and end up buying nothing. Sweat poring down my back as I walk with a steady steps back towards the hotel, trying to avoid all pleading voices of -"madam, where you from?", -'Madam you buy this!". I feel hot and stressed out, rushing over a massive intersection when I hear more honking than usual (if this is even possible) and yelling. Tired of the heat and of cat-calls in general, I walk on not looking back. Finally a woman catches up to me with a smile, -"Madam, you dropped this!" she holds up my wallet. She leaves before I even register what just happened. Ok, the Universe just told me to slow down. Relax. Look around. Take it all in. So I do.

I allow myself to really feel India. The smells, the colors, the smiles on peoples faces, the beautiful buildings and most of all the incredible depth of the Indian peoples hearts. They might be intense, persistent, loud and annoyingly curious asking a million questions but if there is one thing that the Indians have- it is passion and it is Love. I mean, how else can over 1,3 billion people live side by side in Peace under such extreme conditions that India is facing? I now switch my not-approachable-get-away-from-me look and let down my guard a little and smile. I decide to say YES. The first man I pass on the street says -"Madam, I give you good hand job". At first I ignore but then I remember to say yes. Turns out I just agreed on having my palm read.

What happened right there, on the sidewalk of Mahatma Gandhi Road, was quite spectacular to say the least. It was life changing. The purpose of this trip, where I am today and most importantly; what will happen when I turn 37 years old.... it just all came together. The meteor fell down and hit my head (everyone who knows me well, knows what that means). I walked away, high on life with a big grin from ear to ear.

On my way to the airport my taxi driver asks me if I will return to India, and before I even think about it I answer that of course I will return. I love India. I love it's people. I love the fact that I have the opportunity to travel the World and explore it's culture and it's people. Nothing makes me feel more alive than being on the road. What else makes you come to terms with your deepest fears and your biggest strengths? When else do you step out of your comfort zone? Make new friends? Try something you always wanted to do? What else makes you feel more alive? To do a solo trip reminds you who you truly are, and maybe it will show you who you will become.

Peace, Love & A Good Hand Job
Yours Truly

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. -George Carlin

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Tina Andreasson on

Wonderful Micaela, and that mr Carlin sure had a point there :)

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