Oil & Roses Today I wandered the 100 year old bazaars of Jaipur's pink city. I stopped and chatted with many people and as each day passes I come to understand more of this incredible culture. Passing through the intoxicating perfume of thousands of roses and marigolds being prepared into garlands, I stopped to check out a selection of flower oils in beautiful glass perfume decanters. The shop owner invited me to sit and drink chai with him, as an old Indian man did the rounds with an old copper chai pot. We talked of religion and India and his perfume shop, which although just a small space with a small cabinet, has been passed down through his family for generations. The older man sitting beside is, carefully lacing roses onto threads drank tea with us and gave me a small fragrant rose as a parting gift. Traveling India alone is such a wonderful opportunity to explore and meet people. The colours and scents and flavours of India continue to amaze me.
You start dying slowly if you do not travel, if you do not read, If you do not listen to the sounds of life, If you do not appreciate yourself. You start dying slowly When you kill your self-esteem; When you do not let others help you. You start dying slowly If you become a slave of your habits, Walking everyday on the same paths… If you do not change your routine, If you do not wear different colours Or you do not speak to those you don’t know. You start dying slowly If you avoid to feel passion And their turbulent emotions; Those which make your eyes glisten And your heart beat fast. You start dying slowly If you do not change your life when you are not satisfied with your job, or with your love, If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain, If you do not go after a dream, If you do not allow yourself, At least once in your lifetime, To run away from sensible advice… ~ Martha Medeiros