I have finished 'shifting' to Alka's this morning. I thought I'd left my keys at her's the previous night when
I'd dropped off the first of my bags but after getting off at Moolchand and walking the kilometre or so in the blazing morning sun I discovered that it had been in my pocket the whole time. Pretty good joke.
Last night after Izzy left I stuck around in the hotel at Paharganj for a while and got my head together for the move. I took all the photos on the journey back from Paharganj to Govindpuri.
I left my sleeping bag outside the slum and then, being so very English, felt that I was being condescending. I looked this morning though and it has gone from where I left it so hopefully someone is making use of it.
I told the Sikhs I'd probably be back at some point before I leave. They didn't seem so sad to see me go. Probably just happy to get their bedroom back. Thy did take all my details and Raju asked me loads and loads about England as if he was planning to move there next week. We sat around in their bedroom playing games on the computer and listening to Simar snore in the room next door.
4 days of work left. Jesus. Still so much Kama Sutra stuff to write. Alka and I will be working all tomorrow on it at her house. It's Good Friday and another national holiday in the space of three days. We plan to walk around Lodi Gardens and she said she'd teach me the Sun Salutation. Cannot wait to see that.
I have just finished putting all the photos up from the Punjab and after. So worth it.
'Do what is done to you,
hit back if you are hit;
and, in the same way,
if you are kissed, kiss back'
- Vatsyayana advocating the exact opposite message that Gandhi delivered 1,500 years later to the same country
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