A snip of southern India

I can't be certain how many times the telephone rang before my eyes opened and began focusing futilely on the predawn void of the hotel room ceiling...The rude awakening continues in short high pitched bursts prompting my arm into fumbling wantonly for it's source:
'Hello'?
'Your taxi is ready sir.'
'Thank you'.
Tiny radioactive specks of green inform me its ten past five; a time my body clock clearly refuses to recognise as I lie motionless mustering the energy to haul my traumatised body from its slumber...
sleep reclaims me...
'Allaaaahhh 'o' Akbaarrrrr!' (God is great!)
A muezzins impassioned call to prayer reverberates through the still sleeping city of Madras and into my darkened sleepy world, summoning me back to reality.
'El salat hairun min ul naum'! (prayer is better than sleep!)
A week of blissful idleness had ensured this was the first time I'd heard it. How invasive and yet beautifully peaceful it sounds.
I'm to meet my mother and a friend at the airport in under an hour. And as I travel through the still of night past those who've just surrendered themselves to god at such an ungodly hour, I ponder the next three weeks...
This will be the fourth time my mother has visited me on my travels, and if everything goes to plan she'll experience three weeks of adventure and I'll experience three weeks of pampered leisure.
Isn't relativity sublime?
P.S. I apologise for this crap blog and my failure to keep you informed of my recent movements. I've been in Goa now for two weeks of drunken debauchery... and it's affected my ability to perform even the simplest of tasks ;-)

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