I’m afraid the इंडिया I keep talking about was just this house. But it does exist somewhere. It is a myth for me. You get slightly brushed by it, thinking it could be some real place, but turns out to be this house again. I had a vision of it, like place of worship, earthen, flatland, wide at glance, with something you can’t have or can’t take home. They feel like foreigners who are serious people even ones who show sacrifices varied cultures and very deep ancestary. I have some memories of trees youngsters rain and wide mettled roads where you lose some part of yourself then find yourself. It is treacherous not for the faint of heart, not as it looks, a dark romantic place. This romance is of a kind which is meant for explorers alone. Gently reminds me of a movie called Point Break, or even Talaash.