Sleeping On My Face Make It Asymmetrical?

the last time in the holy water

For the last time ..
sit in front of our guest house before sunset and light incense sticks against the mosquitoes, the last time eating in the Girls Hostel, a Vorinsbettgehen chai-drinking, sleeping in this bed where we were sweating so often and sometimes frozen, the guards , listen to their tour, listen to the temple singing, the last time to wake up in Kiran, the last Tchaikovsky cook all the many Staffs greet with a Namaste lead last personal conversations. One last time in the canteen Jawal, Dhaal Sabji and eat at a final Rajkumar Coffee and hear him say "yes a how are you? Very fine. Yes coffee. Is a very strong. You're my father, yes bohot achaa, yes, yes ...", pack one last time and a (for now?) last time, say goodbye to the Kiran ...

Thanks Sangeeta - Bohot Kiran thanyavad!

tears are not there this time. There is hardly anyone there to bemoan the Kiran. And so now we say goodbye for the third time, but despite all the joy of coming home again swings, this time with even a little melancholy. Bajao on the direction where we absorb the last impressions of the immediate environment, Kiran, remains . My eyes for a moment on one of the many yellow phone masts bearing the words VARANASI hang And I say to myself: "I'll be back!"
(Rémy)

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