Travelling across India
Creative writing. I wrote this diary as an assessed assignment for my high school degree. 😉 Enjoy
Here you are the second part of a fictional journalist’s travel diary.
17th May 2007
Here in India I love to stop and talk to everyone. You can learn a lot from these people. They are simple, serene, and never in a hurry as we are in the Western world. I realize how much I need to learn. These people have nothing and even a simple smile can give joy. People suffer but never groan. They do not argue or get mad. They simply accept their cruel fate and are satisfied with the few things they have. This place is surreal to me. On a street a group of people run after a garbage truck. Each one tries to find something and then quickly goes home.
21st May 2007
“Siddhartha wandered through the forest, far from the town, and knew only one thing: that he could not go back, that this life he had led for many years was over and done with. Siddhartha reached the large river in the forest, the same river across which a ferryman had once ferried him when Siddhartha had been a young man coming from Gautama’s town” (77).
My journey in India will end by visiting the river Ganges, another symbol of this country. For local people the river is a holy place, used to wash themselves and their clothes and to throw the ashes of the dead. It is considered sacred and having a bath in the river symbolizes also a spiritual purification.
The river is very crowded and noisy but every detail contributes to making the environment more suggestive, even the fresh, crisp morning breeze. There’s a great contrast between the dull powder-pink plaster of the buildings, the faded yellow and moss grey beach umbrellas, the greyish stair going to the river and the bright green, orange and pink of the women’s clothes. In the greenish water, children splash about and adults have their bath together with animals such as buffaloes. Meanwhile some rowboats are passing. Girls and women wash their multicoloured clothes and then they hang them out to dry by the river.
“I want to remain by this river, thought Siddhartha. […] A friendly ferryman ferried me then, I will go to him. […] Tenderly he gazed at the streaming water, at the transparent green, at the crystalline lines of its mysterious pattern. […] The river gazed at him with a thousand eyes, with green, with white, with crystalline, with sky blue eyes” (89).
25th May 2007
It’s almost time to go home. Actually I don’t really feel like it: even if this place is very different from what I’m used to, I like it here. My heart is at ease and I feel I have learnt something about life. It’s true that the more you have the more you want. If you own everything, then you start to care only about material things, thus forgetting the real values. Now I have learnt I can give up loads of things. I’m ready to come back to Europe with a different perspective on life.
Unlike the journey of Siddhartha I didn’t end up by the river with answers of life, but at least I can go home knowing that I can write a realistic piece about this lovely place and about these wonderful people in my upcoming article.