I have dreamed all my life - from the time I read Little Sambo in 1957 when I was three - to visit this land of amazing people and colors. It is almost as if God was having a glorious time painting the Indian subcontinent and just couldn't help himself. Everywhere there seems to be a riot of color. Pink is one of the dominant colors - real men where pink. So do little girls, and cows, and elephants...

I know India is hot and crowded. The introvert in me cringes and tries to run away. But I long to go there, to visit the open-air street markets, eat the food, and especially to meet the people. I can just feel their glorious silks and cottons running through my fingers. Someday, when I've won the lottery, I will go for real. Until then, I can dream and make a spot for it in my Bucket List.

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