Two weeks in India…37 degree nights in a tent. 73 degree days in the sun. Smiles. Honking. Cows wandering. Trash. Meditation. Hindi. Curry. Polluted air. Flowers. Millions of people. Ganga. Wild peacocks. Holy shrines. Naans. Kirtan. Seminars. Malas. Bucket bathing. Humility. Fire ceremonies. Homeless dogs everywhere. Sanskrit. Beauty. Swamaji’s caretaker. Honking. Smiles. Chai tea breaks each afternoon. Early evening prayers. New lifetime friends. Living outside. Sacred teachers. Kind strangers offering their chair. Kumbh Mela. Vegan meals. Learning. Raw humanity. Dirtiness. Brilliant bright colored clothes. Rupees. Endless noise. Yoga. Alchemy. Honking. Smiles. Sacred practice. Fourteen days of India.
Vivid colors of dye among the drab drape of pollution.