Days are getting lost

I know a few of you have commented that I have missed a day. Thank you for you loyal reading. Our computer has shorted when the electricy went out and we have nothing now. So I am back at Chetak hotel relying on them for my communications with you.

Much has happened I think I left you with Gurupoornima 2 days back. BKS spoke at the event and as typical to his nature as a teacher- or GURU he went into "slaughtering" the darkness with a privilaged pupil Raya. God Bless them both.

Bhatesh was getting emergency calls from the hospital almost entirely throughtout so his concentration was lost, but Sandeep paid close attention and has taken this knowledge to heart and will place it into action I imagine very soon.

We left the Institute, the Drs to the hospital and we to the house for supper. After supper Omaha and I went to the hospital to meet the Drs. It seems quite unusual that of all places in India to spend my evenings I pass them in the emergency room. But I do, I have also passed Saturday nights watching football with my Grandmother and those night as these will carry cherished memories.

Connections seem to have been forged and I wonder if I should have ever made a return phone call, should I ever have tempted fate to bring relations into my life that I should come to care so deeply for when I have another life across the world. But destiny is like that and I did make the call and now am invested, sometimes with reluctance but always with passion. I giggle often at the reference to the Dr and then when Sandeep comes also the Drs. as it seems so soapopera like. Who would come to India get sun allergy and meet Bhatesh but me. I know noone who would not agree that this is my story and not at all out character.

So onward with the soap opera. We came to meet the Drs after dinner, as Sandeep was leaving the next day and we would not see him until 2013 when we return. We were all in the office of Bhatesh and there was emergency after emergency Friday night is clearly good for urgence. One case involved a baby and this is when I cleared Omaha out and Sandeep followed after being assured that Bhatesh had the situation under control. We wandered we talked and Omaha questioned about an unconcious baby. All went well and baby is in recovery.

At 10:30 with no pause finally Bhatesh sent us home with Sandeep via two wheeler. This was a laugh, as first we knew not which two wheeler was ours, then trying to start it and Sandeep had to call into the hospital to get directions then finally on the road I had to give directions to Sandeep how to get to our home. Now I insist here again whose life could this be but mine and how can I have regret to have followed my instincts and made a return phone call. My life here in India has no less rythm than it has in Montreal. It has no less habits and no less love. I have the Iyengar family, I have Omaha, I have Emma and Jessyca and I have my Drs one distant but present and one close and tangible. How it came to this I do not know, how quickly and quietly life can change seems absurd but aren't we always looking to find sense in the absurd and really is it all that absurd, although a hospital in Poona is a strange place to be spending my time outside of my studies it seems that I am exactly where I am ment to be. I am a creature of habit and the dr has become a habit which brings me home in a place far from it.

Another day in India.