Dressed in traditional clothing of India

Sumio Ito
Tokyo, Japan

“Watch out! We’re going to crash!” we screamed. We caught a taxi at the airport. It took two and a half hours to get to the hotel, although the driver said it would take only forty minutes. We encountered chaotic traffic, beggars, vendors, and stray dogs and cows along the way.

There existed another universe on the streets. I lead a fairly orderly and routine life in urban Tokyo, so I was taken aback by the disarray during our drive to the hotel.

My heart, however, sprang from excitement as I felt the resilience to live and an unbounded freedom. I was in India, a mystic country.