Flashbacks...

I miss India.

I miss the red sand and the loving people.

I miss the food- crayfish and chilli for a cost of almost nothing.

The scent of fire and incense everywhere.

The cows on the beach and the dogs on the streets.

The late night with my bare feets in the sand, watching the moon disappear behind the black ocean.

I miss the chubby lady who gave me massage every afternoon.

The smiles and the children I bought candy to.

The crazy traffic and the awful sounds of every car honking.

I miss the frech pineapple and the watermelon juice I had to breakfast every morning.

All the markets and spices.

And I miss the music