india in a (coco)nut-shell


Evening has fallen. You can see neon, shining shop signs, and dark, heavy, rain-filled clouds in the sky. Cars, motorcycles, rickshaws, and bicycles speed by on the road. Everyone’s honking at the same time: loud, incessant cries from every vehicle. There’s almost music to the honking: the beautiful melody of the busy streets of India. Nobody on this street could be lonely.

Maybe there’s a marriage procession on the side of the street and rainbow confetti is floating in the air. Perhaps you’re watching the multitude of animals: stray dogs bask in the warm sun, stretching their limbs lazily. Trash lines the edges of the road, and cows, bulls, and poor people sort through the waste, trying to find something to eat. Monkeys swing back and forth— across houses, apartments, and trees, their long tails hanging to the ground. 

But that's what makes India so special. I mean, just look at it. India’s a place where stray dogs, cows, bulls, and buffalo roam the streets and it’s totally normal. People's homes range from fancy houses to little apartments to slums. There is a set of shops behind our house, and it takes a 5-minute walk to get there. You can buy practically anything: from food to clothes to shoes to stationary.

People call it a third-world country, and maybe it is, in strict terms, but as Shashi Tharoor, an Indian politician once said: India is not, as people keep calling it, an underdeveloped country, but rather, in the context of its history and cultural heritage, a highly developed one in an advanced state of decay.


  1. This is beautifully written <3 I love India as well, and this is an amazing representation of it. Well done! xoxo

  2. This is absolutely gorgeous! :) I love how you described India.


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