Back in Singapore, the sun in India seems so close to you that you can almost reach out and grab it but coming back, the sun look so far away and mainly because it has been blocked by the high-rise buildings that I take the sun for granted somehow.
Indians, especially queuing up for train tickets are very impatient. A few times, I’ve been abandoned behind as they try to squeeze in front of me to the counter from the side.
Hygiene as the recent commonwealth games had illustrated is terrible. They litter everywhere on the road, the open public toilet where men pees along the road is filthy. The stench of dry urine fills up the air together with the traffic pollution and cow dung. Horning is like an aggressive trance on the road.
However, with all these in mind, if you do meet some nice curious Indians whom sit beside u on the train, or while waiting for your train sitting on the bench, you’ll discover the graciousness of Indians. They have so little but they give a lot. The only thing they’ll ask is if you’re married and if it’s arranged by your parents. Also, I just discovered at my age, 30 are too old to be a bachelor!
And don’t try to change that as Khun toon said, TTI, This is India!
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