I am back and my luggage is not.
A month in Nepal and India and I am back. I am jet lagged to the max and my brain is not ready, really, to construct lucid sentences. I miss and do not miss India, as I missed and did not miss here. It is, as one person said on the return flight, very odd to get on a plane in India, and wake up 43 hours later, in your own bed, at home. Indeed.
Unpacking my suitcase, I see that everything is saturated in the smells of India and the monastery.. juniper smoke, sandalwood, garbage. Things are damp and they will never, ever be the colour they were.
I like all this more than you can imagine. I am more grateful than I have words to say. Later, when I am recovered, I'll thread together some of the details for you. I meant to email, but the only internet cafe there had 5 computers, liked to the internet via a cell phone. You can imagine how fast that was NOT.
Is it day or night? I can't tell.