India Changed My Life Forever
I remember the first few hours when I saw India, which seemed to be a long fuse worldwide. I was so tired and overwhelmed that my body felt sick, and my heart beat too hard. The more the plane descended, the more I saw out the window. I saw so many small, brown dots around the airport. They appeared as big, messy heaps of boxes, just thrown there randomly. At first, I thought it was trash. But as we landed, I saw tiny houses where impoverished people lived. My heart twisted; it was not their house seeing that for the first time. When I walked off the aero-hotel, the air was not fresh; it smelled terrible, was hot, and was sticky. I felt shivers down my arms when I walked into the hall where you pick up your bags. So many people instantly came to me, some just grabbing my bags, wanting to carry them. I needed clarification, as letting someone else take my stuff felt weird. It was like reading stories from old ages when one man could order another, and I wouldn't say I liked that.
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To make a new change We must deconstruct ourselves To usher in hope
Perfect description of a butterfly meaning New Life. Perfect for Easter.
I Love the transformative feel of this. Can't wait to see the butterflies come out. Won't be long.
HOPE NEVER GOES INNOCENCE IS ALWAYS LOVELY HEART THE HOME OF HOPE.
Love the simplicity of the haiku and your photo! Well done!
If hope is what emerges from the cocoon, what is it that entered the cocoon? This may require some pondering on my part.
Lovely Haiku; just when hope emerges here in Sweden, snow returns!
Awesome Haiku to begin the day with
Lovely. Just for a moment, lovely.