When it is really early in the morning, I can hear a train chugging in the distance. It is just like when my eyes get quiet and begin to see the little details instead of the distractions...there are still trains chugging across the massive carpets that cover the floors of the shala. Tomorrow is my last day in Mysore and it is sometimes the things that I gripe about the most that I will miss like crazy. Like waking up painfully early and the constant confrontation of India that brings me to my edge. Or living so closely with people that they drive you so crazy that you realize it will be hard to live without them because you like being a little crazy.
I love this life.
I love this life.
