I wore a sari today. In case you were wondering why I spell it sometimes sari and others saree, it’s because both are correct, or actually incorrect, because the word in Kannada is something like siree. If ever I had the notion that I would be treated more like an Indian woman while wearing one, […]

“You like Mysore?” “Mmmhmmn” “How long are you staying?” “Three months.” “If you stay longer, you’ll like it even more. You might find a nice man and get married.” I’ve heard this before. Tonight it was a Scottish man I met on the street who found his home here. I got this sort of thing […]

I don’t know what happened to the last two days. I got sucked into some hole in Indian time. I can’t remember what happened, when, and it seems sometimes like nothing happened, and other times as if I talked to a million people and each one of them blew my mind away. I meet so […]

I’m taking a little break from writing. I spent the day pretty much in a daze. Ran into Kevin on the street and had a chai with him at a tea stall. Practiced mridanga and let my mind roll around in visions of yesterday. When we arrived at the Music Ashram, there was a group […]

It’s been raining for a week now. During the day, it seems to stay pretty dry and hot. But by 6 o’clock, the sky turns angry, belching and threatening, until finally, it opens up and pours for hours. I’m finally getting a taste of monsoon, though I’m pretty certain it’s nothing like in the North.
Today […]

I met this woman named Lara who is from Brazil and works in film and television in Barcelona. She is making a documentary about single women over thirty, who travel alone. She interviewed me in my apartment this afternoon, and it turned out to be a really fascinating conversation. Apparently I am part of some […]

I electrocuted myself today. Highly recommend it. I went to heat up my shower water and forgot to heed the sound advice of my landlords after I fried the coil. They told me to turn it on, let it heat up for twenty minutes, then turn it off, and above all, not to touch it. […]

So I lost my umbrella, right, and it never really rains in Mysore, right. It’s monsoon and at most we have had a few drizzly days and about 3 quick, ten minute storms since I’ve been here. But in the night there was a thunder storm that lasted maybe two and a half hours. When […]

I started yoga with Ajay today. He’s probably, at most, 24 years old, quite attractive to look at, and totally hilarious. He’s also a lot more didactic than any of the other teachers around, speaks really good English, and his classes are tiny. There are four of us in all, which means lots of personal […]