My last day in Delhi was low-key until it took a sharp turn for the better that evening. I went with a bunch of other girls to Palika Bazaar, which is like a really sketchy mall, but it's underground, which makes it even more sketchy but immensely fun! I was able to compensate for the lack of clothes I brought, by buying two shameezes (sp?) which are Punjabi outfits, a cute white silk top, and a kurta top. The mid-day was spent relaxing at the Y until our orientation for our universities. During our break I wandered off to explore the nice convention center that seemed so out of place in dirty Delhi, and I ended up stumbling upon a Tagore cultural performance and Bengali Baul music performance. I shall try to post videos of each. I just was so so happy I was so lucky to make the most of the night.
Yesterday, though, was the move to Mussoorie for our Intensive Language Program. Um, did I mention it's in the foothills of the Himalayas? NBD that it took us 13+ hours plus a tire replacement to get here, because I am overwhelmed with an unprecedented sense of calm. I have to keep reminding myself that I'm in fucking INDIA in the Himalayan foothills, and the feeling of that reminder, let alone that of the actual gravity of its reality---well actually I can't even describe it. The pictures I take and the words I try to conjure up just can't capture it.
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