One of my pockets contains Rupees and the other Euros. I have only two pockets- there is no space for dollars.
When I left Delhi it was 4th July, 12:30 am. When I arrived in Paris, it was 8 am, 4th July. When I arrived in Cincinnati, it was 1:40 am, 4th July.
It has been the 4th of July for over 24 hours, and the sound of fireworks outside my bedroom window is not pleasing me.
I have forgotten the concepts of privacy and personal space. Flat expanse makes me nervous.
Four days ago I woke up and said my last goodmorning to the Himalayas with a cup of Kehwa green tea from my grandparents rooftop:
My uncle once wanted to be a sadhu (hermit) and travelled all over India, visiting various temples and ashrams.
My suitcases smell delightful, and I just want to go back HOME and wallow in the scent of monsoon-concrete.
This is the most beautiful thing I saw: