But the chai will always be hot. The flower will always be offered. And the guest—no matter how late—is always God.
India teaches you that the train will arrive when it arrives. The milk might boil over. The power might go out.
India is not a country; it is a continent of emotions packed into a subcontinent. It is the teenager wearing ripped jeans over a rudraksha bead necklace. It is the corporate CEO touching her parents' feet for blessings before a flight to New York. It is a land where the world’s fastest-growing fintech startups operate alongside a milkman who still delivers fresh doodh to your doorstep at 6 AM.