Eastern Trip: Beloved India

First of all, here it is: I come back to France in October.
The decision was difficult to take, but I deeply know that I am not from India, nor Asia, and I cannot live there. No bikini on the beach, no expansive behaviour, not laughing too loud, respecting men/women segregation, enduring the social pressure, spending time with women who don't fulfill themselves elsewhere than in a kitchen (I'm thinking about doing that in France, by the way!). Although this is not all India, these facts are depressing. I also realise - I know that what follows sound really weird - my body and my mind are not meant to live here. They are too fragile. I don't know how it is possible, but things happen differently here, compared to Europe. I am more sensitive, mindly and bodily. Now I have learnt how to trust my body and my mind, I can say this piece of the world is for Indians... or at least not for me. During a day, the weather and the temperature change but they don't change themselves. They don't need to wear a sweatshirt. I do. They have to face so many social pressures, frustrations and problems, the arranged marriage, family matters, and they handle them. I could not. And even though, I feel myself more affected by little things I could easily handle in France. Vibrations are different here... It also works with positive things. :-)
My mind is too subtle, too weak for this land.

Furthermore, traveling forever is, somehow, possible, but it is not what I dream of. For now, I am dreaming of snoooooowwwww and skiiiiii and mountaaiiiiiins, and skiing on the snow in mountains!! The Alps are calling me back!

By the time I leave India, I may achieve a bit of things :-)