Dear reader,
Today’s letter begins somewhere far from Seoul. It’s about India, where I traveled last year. Of all the countries I’ve visited, it ranks among the most unforgettable. Even now, long after coming home, some scenes remain as vivid as if I saw them yesterday.
If I had to name the single most striking thing about India, I wouldn’t hesitate: everything is incredibly colorful. The streets, the people, the vehicles, the buildings. The entire country felt saturated with color.

It starts with what people wear
The first thing that caught my eye was the clothing. Picture a street in Korea: we mostly dress in neutral tones. Black, white, gray, beige. The inside of a Seoul subway car is a study in muted colors. The streets of India were the exact opposite. Vivid orange, deep pink, emerald green, brilliant yellow. People moved through the streets each wearing a different color, and the crowd itself became a kind of scenery.
Which is why browsing clothing shops turned out to be so much fun. The walls were covered in colors and patterns you’d never find in a Korean store, and I kept wandering in even with no intention of buying anything. It was the first trip where clothing shops became a tourist attraction for me.


Even the vehicles are decorated
Another thing I loved was India’s vehicle decoration culture, especially the trucks and rickshaws (three-wheeled taxis). So many of them were fully customized: vibrant paintings, sparkling ornaments, colorful tassels and patterns covering the entire vehicle. At first I assumed it was some kind of commercial signage, but the more I looked, the clearer it became that it wasn’t. The drivers were expressing themselves through their vehicles. In Korea, a car is mostly a means of transportation, and most of them are white, black, or gray. In India, a vehicle is a canvas for self-expression. The roads were never boring.


Curious about the roots, I went to a museum


By this point I had to know: where does all this color come from? So I visited a museum, and there I found a clue. India has been using rich patterns and colors for a very, very long time. The textiles, miniature paintings, and crafts on display were full of brilliant colors and intricate motifs. And interestingly, each region seemed to have its own distinct decorative style. The colors I saw on the streets didn’t appear out of nowhere. They were a sensibility passed down through centuries.
But my question never found its full answer. Why did decoration culture develop so richly in India? Is it the climate? Religion? Something else entirely? If you know, please tell me in the comments. I’m genuinely curious.
The days I miss the color

Since coming back to Korea, I sometimes find myself on a gray-toned subway car, thinking of the streets of India. The color and vitality of that country turned out to be the kind of memory that stays long after the trip ends. If I ever go back, I plan to walk those streets wearing something a little more colorful myself.
See you in the next letter.
From Seoul, whigoori










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