I think I just hate the idea of any culture that I can call my own. I would rather explore the whole world with eyes of a curious stranger, than have my curiosity bound by heritage.
The India I now love is distant and glowing. I see it from behind a glass wall that tilts the light, makes it more luminous and the sights more foreign.
Up close, now in the house of my hosts who are also like me removed geographically, where I can look into the patterns, and see myself part of it, tied by birth to it. I hate it.
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