India is a sensory assault. Plain and simple. Any time you go out into the city - and it can be any city - all five of your senses are accosted and attacked. To be fair, I have to give Woodson credit for coining the term "sensory assault."
TASTE. Indian food runs the gamut. There are certain dishes that are simply wonderful, such as tender chicken or lamb kebabs. However, there are so many dishes that do not go down so easily. In all regard, the spices used are somewhat heavy to the American palette.
SOUND. Horns never stop. Hawkers follow you around. People talk quickly and loudly. The occasional sitar offers the only relief.
Peppers at the Market in Jaipur
TOUCH. India has some of the finest silks and materials, which are soft to the touch. Yet, that is countered with the dirty and gritty feel of everything else, which is caked in grime and germs.
SIGHT. Everywhere there is a lot of activity. A million people moving in a million directions. Many brightly colored things. People and animals defecating in the streets. Your eyes are both rewarded and punished.
SMELL. While walking down the street, you might encounter delicious smells from a local merchant frying up a samosa. Although, ten yards further along your walk, you may get a whiff of raw sewage.
The only place where your senses can relax and be at ease are in your hotel room.
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