Bharatpur, 8pm
I am hot, but the wind feels cool even when it touches the dry parts of my body. Trucks whir by on the street facing my window, temporarily drowning out the sound of crickets, and many other insects, when their brakes squeal. The room that I am in is light blue, like the sky on a sunny Spring day, and equally splattered with splotches of white. Square, a fan on the ceiling, which is completely white, and with a storage ledge also painted blue because it happened to sit just below the white band running below the ceiling, all around the room. It reminds me of RD's room in P. But there are no mosquitoes here. Yet.
My journey to study began today with my walking away from the house, anxious to be out of sight of Baba and Ama, waving in their nightgowns on the front steps, so that I could start making use of the Mala that HB gave me yesterday. The bus left Kalanki at 6am, but we arrived here only two hours ago. Krishna Bhir, and the ignorance of drivers, struck again, painfully stretching a three hour trip to a 12 hour one and forcing me to get a good nights rest here before heading to Devghat tomorrow morning.
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