I’ve Left My Heart in India by Kylee Rassmussen
I've left my heart in India.
It sunk to the bottom of the green ponds that reflect the trees, between the ripples made by children playing.
I left it beating to the rhythm of Bengali music that blasts from the TATA's as they speed down the busy, narrow, streets.
It's sprinkled over endless fields of growing rice -- baking in the winter heat.
I left it surrounded by the smog that fills the air, formed from dirt and smoke and curry.
It soaked into the henna I drew and it's woven into thick, black, braids of the girls who taught me how to do it.
I left it in the hands of women who love unconditionally and more fully than anyone I've ever known,
I left my heart in India... But it's in safe keeping.