Safe
I am sitting in a hot and dusty internet cafe in Santiniketan, my new home for at least the next two weeks.
The keyboard is finicky and the heat is frying my brain. So I will wait till I acquire a mobile modem to write too much more. That should happens sometime this evening.
Till then, know that I have arrived safely in a little town full of artists, intellectuals, cottages built in the 1920s. Everyone is slightly rumpled. There are thought bubbles crowding out the trees. I am riding around on a bicycle. Sleeping under a mosquito net and I feel, finally, as if I've arrived in the India I'd expected to see.
The keyboard is finicky and the heat is frying my brain. So I will wait till I acquire a mobile modem to write too much more. That should happens sometime this evening.
Till then, know that I have arrived safely in a little town full of artists, intellectuals, cottages built in the 1920s. Everyone is slightly rumpled. There are thought bubbles crowding out the trees. I am riding around on a bicycle. Sleeping under a mosquito net and I feel, finally, as if I've arrived in the India I'd expected to see.