I don't know how... I don't know when

we are all gonna die...
we aaaaree all gonna die..

Lines from a song Sabrina introduced as a possible theme song for this part of the journey in India. Life and death on the Ganga. An existing theme.

Learning many new things.. about self and around me. A rickshaw cyclist tried to give me words of wisom this morning and he was downright creepy in a crude sort of way. Letting that go as of this minute.

Magh Mela has been life since last morning. We walked down a 3 kilometer stretch of a dense forest of humans to reach the sangam. This is where Ganga Yamuna and Saraswati- 3 rivers- meet up before flowing into the Bay of Bengal. Factual details aside, the rapid evolution of my intention for being there fsssshed (its a sound) into multiple tangents and re-inspired me to wake up at 4 am the next day as well to re-experience the walk and the grand dance.
Its to be seen, not heard or read abput, so I will not get into details. I can only express it through me, in terms of how living through it has probably made changes in how i will "be".

Now, i will go out of this internet cafe and continue to live. This blog is just for me to express a few thoughts across time and space. It is all fluid.

I think I am in love. With what/who..? I do not know. I will find out, sooner or later.

"In India, anything is possible. "
-Direct Quote by Multiple people from India and those travelling from other countries.