I used to love getting in the car and seeing the amazing sights that India has to offer.
Now all I see is sadness, filth, congestion, danger, poverty, traffic and utter despair.
Is it India that has changed? Or is it me?
It's time to go.
Time to go back to the country we are so fortunate to have lived in. Time to be on open roads without the constant fear of being in an accident, getting hurt or hurting someone else.
The Mothers on the back of a motorbike with their babies tottering in their arms. What if we hit them? How to live with the consequences?
My lack of control always being the passenger. Where to go? What time? Relying on someone to get anywhere. Please drive slower, be careful.
The people carrying their helmets on the front of their bikes and not on their heads. Don't they understand the risks. Are they too vein to wear it?
Can't people walk on the footpath and not on the roads. No, because there are people living and sleeping on them. Urinating or defecating on them.
The homeless woman living on the footpath, rocking back and forth. Rain or intense heat, day or night she is there. One arm amputated and seemingly so helpless. Makes my heart so sad.
Children begging on the corner. When will their next meal be?
Dodging people, bikes, cows, dogs, autos, buses and trucks. It's a jungle out there.
The police on every corner, pocketing money, lining their own pockets.
The potholes, speed humps are never ending. Today India seems like one BIG pothole. A hole that is endlessly deep in the culture and corruption that keeps this country so repressed. It needs to change. But how?
Maybe the smiles on the faces are still there, but it is me who is not forthcoming to encourage them.