The hubby on the other hand was still in his wary state of mind.
Or maybe because India was feeding us well.
After a perfunctory stop at Trichy's clock tower and a surprisingly interesting visit to Our Lady Of Lourdes Church, we were finally making our way to the site I was most excited to see. Tiruchirapalli's Rock Fort.
We removed our shoes before getting in the main entrance.
Although the height sounds intimidating, we reached the top in less than twenty minutes with our leisurely pace. I was hassled more than a couple times by women who questioned (in sign language) my preference of wearing an anklet around just one ankle. We never found out what the fuss was about.
I briefly sat on a spot away from prying eyes. Even away from the hubby who looked fixated at something in the distance. For a few minutes I watched devotees climb up the stone steps. I watched them gasp and grin. I watched them enter and exit Ucchi Pillayar Temple. There was an organized chaos that I could not understand, kinda like how I could not understand how Vietnam's traffic disorder can be read by its people.
If you've been to India, you know what I mean. And it's uniquely beautiful.
I let the wind blow my silent, bitter farewell. And I asked forgiveness to no one in particular for the misjudgement and ignorance I had once upon a time towards a country that — cliche ahead — changed my life. Okay... So maybe that apology was for myself.
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