India’s coming to an end. Well, not India itself although Noah’s doing his best to destroy as much of it as possible. We have a day and a half left here, and we’ll be back in Tromsø just in time for New Year’s eve.
Needless to say, I WANT to come back next year again. And the year after, and the year after. The practice has been amazing, the morning mist when I walk to the shala with the tall palm trees in the distance, the hundreds of coconuts that I drank, and all the amazing chaos which grabs you once you leave the doorstep.
Sharath, my teacher, often says we have to learn to surrender in our practice. As much as it sounds great in words, it can be a bit challenging for us coming from the West to grasp this concept. Indians, however, seem to have no problem with this one, since nothing here seems to be in one’s control and life is being moved as if by an invisible force which makes sure things happen the way they are supposed to happen in the end of the day.
OK, enough rambling. Below are some pictures from the city market, which is one of the most picaresque places I’ve been to. The colours, smells, tastes and sounds are simply beyond words!