I go to India only in winter time. Still very hot for me, but bearable.
At that time the nature can not boast its splendors vegetation is rather poor and the rare pink-orange flowers are the only splashes of joy.
The nature is seems to have handed all its beauty and intensity over to the people: the wide range of all possible colors and tints is reflected in the man-made surroundings.
That is basically what strikes the western eye the most: colors, colors and colors…
Indians have a good feeling for colors and basically a good taste:
amazingly even the poorest of the poor wear well combined sari-dresses! – it comes to me that people there have much better taste than the posh westerners.
Coming from the pale (so called elegant and sophisticated!) Europe one gets almost intoxicated by this astonishing and joyful spectacle!
After my third visit to India I finally got it: I rebel against the lifeless stupidity of the western clothing!
I call it nothing else than the dead-wear! Black, grey, brown. Beige, washed-out blue, dirty red. HOW LONG???
How long are they going to be killing the joy of life?
Inspired by India, I only wear lively, colorful clothes and surround myself by the joyous interior designs. 70% of my wardrobe consist of various pink and red, the rest – lavender, white and only 2-3 pieces in black and brown.
The colors of clothes are not only reflecting our state of being, but they also send the message of our attitude to the others:
do we want to depress or opress others with black togs? Or do we want to send them the ways of love with pink? Interestingly, pink shirts are the favorite choice of the most successful businessmen today…
Back to my India: thank you, people for keeping the marvelous traditions of culture of beauty, joy and peace!