It’s difficult to describe how I feel leaving India. I have to say in fact that I found India extremely rich, stimulating, and challenging. I rarely felt the sense of amazement, astonishment, and admiration that I felt here in India - and I am saying this having travelled quite a bit. Cuzco and Machu Picchu, the Great Wall and the Forbidden City, Ephesus and Pergamum, or Petra for instance did not produce the same shivers that I felt in front of the Taj Mahal.
At the same time I can’t say I fell in love with India. Certainly I couldn’t ever be one of those persons that leave everything and retire in an ashram after having visited India. Quite the opposite: I found India (or perhaps Delhi) a bit too overwhelming, aggressive, stressful, and tiring - and although I didn’t look forward to leaving, I can’t deny that in the past couple of months I didn’t mind the idea of leaving.
I enjoyed my stay in India, and would have not had problems in staying longer - on the contrary. But now that I am about to leave, I feel I will not miss it...
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