There is beauty in organized living.
A neat row of houses.
Identical picket fences.
Lush lawns in the front yard
and a vegetable patch in the backyard.
Spotlessly clean roads
an advert for clean, healthy living.

Oh it is so beautiful.

But there is adventure in chaos.
A tall house flanked by stout ones.
A three-storeyed overlooking a thatched one-room tenement.
Mud roads cohabiting with tarred ones.
Pot-holes a part of life.
Mystery in every street corner.
Every inch of space occupied by variety
colors galore
people as varied as spices
and flavored in characteristics as well.

Oh it is so beautiful
to have a constant adrenalin rush
not knowing what you can expect next.

That's what makes life in my country
worth living.

Life in India can never be boring for
every street is like a Da Vinci work of art
it has the pathos of the Last Supper and the
the mystery of Monalisa.
Not to mention the
sunny disposition of Van Gogh's Sunflowers.

Life here in my city is like a painting.