The Lotus of Delhi
There is a certain poetry to Delhi. The way the traffic moves, the way the sound of barking dogs ebbs and flows with the day, and the way people communicate and interact all ring poetry for me so far.
Arriving in Delhi, I was intimidated, anxious, afraid, and nervous. I knew that I would have to work through so many new experiences. I would have to adapt my schemes for many human experiences I have lived my entire life.
The hospitality of Delhi was overwhelmingly supportive. At home, my door would ring promptly ever morning at 8:30am and my hosts would hand me a tray of delicious breakfast - sometimes traditional Indian food and other times an attempt at recreating a traditional American breakfast. It was never difficult to find a kind and caring person on the street willing to help hail an auto or recommend food.
As I sit out on my balcony on the coolest night we have had in the past week, I am basking in the glow of the stunningly illuminated Lotus Temple. The Lotus, a symbol of silver linings and beauty in ugly, has followed me through Delhi. On one particular day, my transportation troubles served as an excellent example. After struggling for an hour to find a cab to take me home, I finally found a cab that was able. My nearly defeated self slumped into the backseat of his car, smiled at him, and looked at my phone. Not long into the ride, I happened to look up at the driver and noticed something very peculiar. We did not speak the same language, or share many of the same life experiences, but we happened to share the same skin condition that affects less than 1% of the population in the world. This commonality happens very rarely in my life. In fact, I can now think of only six people I have ever met with the same condition. This cab driver was a pleasant reminder that through the chaos and unfamiliarity that there are connections and silver linings, we just have to focus on them. He was my lotus after a long and tiring day.