Celebrate each small victory
My last day in Bhopal. There were mangoes, there was dancing and immersive cultural experiences. And I tried “Chinese food” in India. Tastes totally different – less heavy, more clean.
I did a little bit of thinking about the Christmas problem but most of my day was spent saying goodbye to Bhopal. That, and packing.
A fruit vendor in the distance
Last night, outside my window there was drumming, singing and firing of rockets (fireworks? guns?) until pretty late in the night. At breakfast, Mrs. Mukherji told me that what I had heard was a wedding. There is a community centre outside my window.
Madhya Pradesh Tribal Museum. I am serious when I say this: It was one of the most beautiful places I have ever been.
Again, I had breakfast with Mrs. Mukherji. We talked about some of the fourteen countries she has visited. She told me about the fire blossom trees in Cairo. In the summer, on the street she lived on, there were these explosions of colour, red flowers on all the trees.
