This week I started taking Kathak classes (a kind of traditional North Indian dance). I decided it would be more useful than singing because I could just add it to my repertoire of dance knowledge instead of having to really start something from scratch. As we were leaving class we felt the wind pick up and everything get a bit cooler. Then the sky turned this amazing pink, orange color. We were sure it was going to rain. As we headed out to get a rickshaw we were unpleasantly surprised to find ourselves in the middle of a dust storm. In terms of rickshaw traffic, this is the equivalent of being somewhere in midtown while it's raining and there is a shift change. Luckily we managed to find one auto-rickshaw driver that was willing to take as for 50 rupees and not 100 rupees (It should be 30 rupees. More or less). When I got home, I was crusted in a thick layer of grime.Love,
Violet
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