Subcontinent Sense

It was my senses which led me to the subcontinent. The smell of fresh-ground turmeric. The ratio of cardamom to coriander in garam masala. The heat of cinnamon on my palm as I ground. The colorful saris in National Geographic, bright like the yellow of turmeric, the red of chili powder, the green of fresh coriander, a garnish on so many dishes here. The meditative effect of yoga on my body and breath. The sense of wonder and curiosity that arose when I read the story of Siddhartha Gautama the Buddha, who wandered here so long ago. A sense of sympathy for peoples colonized, countries torn apart. A desire to understand how people living here make sense of their days, their lives.

It is through this blog that I hope to imbue in you a certain sense of what I am experiencing, a sense of the subcontinent.