I went to bed early last night, convinced I was tired. But part of me suspected that it was just the dust in my eyes. Paharganj, the busy, hyper-active area of Delhi where I’m staying is a blur of sun, dust, goats, cattle, donkeys, rickshaws, and people. It is filthy and it is beautiful. It is dangerous, and it is open-hearted. Smile and the world smiles back.
I woke up this morning and showered. I cleaned my face and my eyes and my neck. When I got out, I blew my nose. Brown and black snot. Then I cleaned my ears. When I took the cotton swab away, it was brown. My suspicions from the previous night were confirmed.