Boy the nights are getting beautiful. My nostrils no longer have the job of warming the air before it passes into my lungs as the temperature is just perfect. .... just one less thing to do.
This is the time of year mom and I will come back to India. It is beautiful now. The Ganga flows slow and lazy and green through Rishikesh. All the travellers who went south to Goa for the winter are filtering back, busying the streets that have been so quiet for 3 months. It is a lovely transition.
I really have nothing to report.
Just.... put up some pictures of holy festival. all the colours. as i thought i was so sneaky that morning sneaking out early to go to the internet cafe, on my way back, they got me. it was fun though, they were gentle with me and didn't "attack" me , per se, as i was a defenseless foreigner with no ammunition of my own. So it was all done in good spirit. I got back to the ashram to find out that they had had a full scale war of colours in the lot in front. all the neighbors, friends, family, staff, and westerners had a riot. ewll. that's pretty much it for me, i have nothing else to report for now.
we'll see you later.
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