How hard is to desert a place to which one knows that he can never return. Such nostalgic melancholies are the most rewarding things about travelling. Tourists might articulate India as the land of bumpy rickshaw rides to the zenith Zen gardens for meditation in Andaman; a walk in the clouds of Sikkim to the witnessing the majestic - Rath-Yatra of Puri; strolling in the precarious dark streets of Bihar and marching in the place to feel patriotic –Wagah Border; and relishing the “kebabs” of Lucknow and hallucinating on the aroma of Darjeeling tea. The Country which affirms “unity in diversity” is diffused into several unitary states and capitals. But there is an essential unity of outlook, which one can notice from north to south and east to west.
Indian society has progressed by a synthesis of the emerging contradictions. This incorporates several Indian traditions. Every year millions of tourists from every corner of the globe fly to India, to witness the virgin innate beauty, magnificent forts and palaces which have stories embedded in their scriptures; to witnesses India’s rural life and breathe the enchanting scent of its lifestyle. The “Golden Bird” spreads it wings from agriculture in the west to literature in the east. The excursionist savors himself with the spices of Kerala and delights in the jaunt of “Shikaras” in the extreme north.
