I am a stupid schoolgirl sometimes. Giddily excited about the silliest things, blowing up inconsequential things to unimaginably huge dramas and nervous about the next step on whatever journey I am about to embark upon.
That being said I love Varnasi and don’t want to leave. I want to bring a little bit home with me but that’s pretty much impossible no matter what I want. I want to hang out in the ambassador for another week but we must go forward. Kolkata bound for one last train journey and then home.