My Mom has traveled around the World, such as France, Italy, Taiwan, Dutch,...so many that I can't remember, to be honest. And after those time traveling back home, she always brought back something like: from France, she bought a mini Eiffel Tower; in Italy, she bought so many key chains and they are so cute;... Every one of those are always beautiful and so detailed. But those aren't what I really really, like really love the most; What I like are the stories that she told when living there.

Those stories had always make me so interested in their cultures and how the live. Like how in Taiwan, they always have these 'night markets', which they only open every night in everyday; In Dutch they have windmills and many flower gardens, not to mention tulips are symbolize for their country.

I have heard many and many stories, they are great sometime those stories make me so hungry, because I love food. But the story I love the most that my mom told about is the time she was at the Country of Colors, India.

And at this moment you're reading, I will retell the story about 'My Mom and India'.

Hope you enjoy reading.

@TRSWinters1302, Kim Yong Yon.