65th - photos

I didn't feel like I had anything interesting or new to write yesterday. I thought that nothing new had happened, when actually every day I experience something completely new and unique and worth writing about. The trouble is my memory, mainly. Does blaming parts of your personality still count as a poor workman blaming his tools?
Another reason for this depression may also be that I am thinking of how soon it is until I go back home. This is a tricky one to explain. I am missing England, and lots of things about it. But I am not missing being in England. I feel like I have become a better, stronger person out here and when I think about going back home I feel like I'll become the person I was before I left, before any of this experience happened to me.
I am also aware that I'm writing this blog as if I'm writing for somebody else to read, not myself. My next challenge is to cahnge this.

Izzy booked her tickets to Goa yesterday. I am going to book mine today. I'm going to have to book a plane though, rather than a train, as I'm worried about missing my home flight due to a delay while travelling hundreds of miles across this huge country. It's funny to worry about this stuff while also realising that missing the flight would be a god-sent.

Fortunately, after saying that I wouldn't write about the heat the sun has run away, and instead it is cloudy and humid, and the flies and mozzies are out. We had a good look at the Malaria Map yesterday and weighed up whether it was worth going to Goa with the increased risk of catching it that this would come with. The idea of being on beautiful beaches won. If I get malaria it's due to my hedonism and stupidity!

The song that's been going round and round in my head is 'You Remind me of Home' by Benjamin Gibbard, it always happens when I think of returning to Sudbury. Especially the line 'You remind me of home, in a suburban town with nothing to do, patiently waiting for something to happen'

Working on Sunday after visiting the Garden of Five Senses. No rest for the wicked.

Aloo parantha and pickle at lunchtime yesterday. I haven't written about food for ages, probably because I've been eating at the house a lot. Auntie tried to get me to pay her to make my lunch as well, but I resisted because I wanted one meal a day not to be dal and chapati. I still love it though.

In the front of the Vikram last night. Four men in the front of what is, to all intents and purposes, a big rickshaw. In one of the rickshaws the guy who sits next to the driver has him changing gear between your legs. Always a pleasure, never a chore.

This morning at Govindpuri station. Getting a quick read in before the metro arrives.

I missed the shot in which this guy was lying underneath the cab. It looked so sketchy.

Koi carp love lillies.