wonderfull moments

Sometimes I just see somewhere some picture taken in India, or somehow somewhere mentioned something that is somehow connected to India....

....and I go maaaaad!!!

What is with this country?
Why it makes people miss it sooo much?

It is hot there, humid, poluded....and people still love it!!!!!

And I am one of them.

I so much wish to come back...just to get out of airport...feel the heat, be all sticky...have 100 rickshaw drivers fighting for me...negotiating for the best deal...eat the perfect corn bought from old woman nead Gateway of India...went through Fashion Street, where everyone calls me madame and invites me to his stall...go to cinema for three hours....meanwhile ddrink water like crazy....go to that Croasant place near Churchgate where I had the spiciest croasant of my life...visit Geraldine´s mum and speak to her...waaaaiiit....yyyyeeeaaaahhhh...i still remeber the stop!Otchiwara police station...yooooooo!!!!hehehe....then get on train in Anderi, fight for the place and get off at Churchgate.....maaaaaaaannnnnnn....how much i miss all this:(