trains, planes and rickshaws

We had jackfruit for lunch. (Jackfruit is a fruit if it is really ripe and cooked as a vegetable if it is green. When it is ripe it is sweet and stinky and the texture of banana.... when it is made as a vegetable it looks strangely like tuna fish out of the can, quite the surprise on your plate in a vegetarian town, but very tasty).
Jackfruit for lunch.
Fireflies in the fields at night
White egrets by day
Wide open starry skies in the evening
A great cacophany of birds erupts in the forest by the Ganga
Chapati dough under my fingernails...( my chapatis are actually coming along nicely, it takes practice)
aah, I'm back at Santosh Puri ashram. Santosh means contentment and that says it all.
One lives much closer to the earth here. Closer to nature.
The garden is big.
I can still see the ladder going up into the tree where Indra, the cook, climbed up to find the biggest jackfruits for our lunch.
The wind blows hot. Hot hot summer wind.
The nights are deliciously cool. A contrast to Rishikesh where the heat never really fades, even in the deepest part of morning.

Morning conch is blown at 4:30am instead of 5:30am at Anand Prakash. I like this.
I was getting a little lazy, sleeping in until 5:45. I blamed it on the heat.
Here my room is right in front of the dhuni (ceremonial) fire. Morning chants start at 5. The conch thing happens right outside my window. It's a sweet sound to wake up to.
Perhaps everything is easier to appreciate knowing this is the last leg of the tour. Until next time i come to India.
After this its one rickshaw ride, one day train, one airconditioned taxi and 2 airplanes back to canada.