India is an assault on the senses.
From the putrid aromas wafting from rivers of human effluence and fields of smoldering garbage to the cacophony of car horns, shrill screams and construction machinery to the serenely beautiful landscapes juxtaposed against crumbling, half-built infrastructure, there is seemingly enough to confound and delight one’s soul for eternity in India.
The greatest assault to the senses, however, would have to be on common sense. Rather, on a Western understanding of common sense.