Falling into a grove here in India. More accurately getting sucked into everything that is India, people, sights, smells, culture, food. Never have I visited a country that is so 'in your face' constantly, twenty four-seven, allowing emotions to surface that you never even knew existed. Gotten used to the cows in the streets, the incessant honking on the roads, the chai, the beggars, the gypsies, the sandhus, and everything else. I almost can't get enough, don't think I've had a cup of coffee in the last week, been drinking masala chai almost exclusively. I've begun to calm down, latching on to what Indians describe as "Shanti, Shanti" (Slowly, Slowly). It's a great way to live. I have yet to try yoga, I'm pretty templed out, I've been craving western food more often, bucket showers are
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