Chandigarh airport - 23 September 2010 - 19h37

Crossing the airport to get on the plane, under this indian full moon, i could feel the humidity is back, after 2 days of rain, the same humidity that got me the day i first came... like it was a circle coming to the end.


I'm still struggling to find out some words to express my feelings, despite knowing that i should face and accept the fact that it is impossible (not possible mam) to describe it.


As if inside everything was boiling and boiling and still nothing really true comes out, because the really important things, the ones that really matters, they have no name, ther is no word even yet to be invented to express it, and probably never will.


And even knowing i will never be able to express to describe it, i feel that this important things will go with me forever, even if i never name them, or specially if i never name them.


Such kind of feelings, emotions, moments, jokes, memories, untranslatable details! are the things i'll miss the most, and not even a best seller book would be enough to get close to explain just 1% of what's going on inside my head and heart, and not even 1% of how India wrote on me. And still writes on me.


And as the tears como to my eyes, i'm sure that this indian scars under my skin will spread all over and, hopefully, by some kind of osmose, maybe i can make you feel India as i do, or, at least, without anyword, bring it to you in a lullaby.


I never know how to say goodbye.