India: Happy Diwali

Being out all day. For days. Has made internet access difficult. If it were not, I would have 4 or 5 posts to offer. But my offering from this internet cafe in Calcutta, is only this one.

Diwali is a big holiday. A festival of lights. We spent the day with a family. It was much like Christmas or New Year's Day. The family took photos. We ate with our fingers off large banana leaves. And settled in to watch a game of cricket on TV.

There are a hundred stories I could tell. About rickshaw drivers. And thin men walking along the road. About professional women who spend 2 hours going to work every day. And another 2 hours coming home. While their mothers ask why they don't cook. I could write about the food. Or about the call centers, where when it is 3 pm there, someone is answering your customer service call at 3 am here. About stunning women's saris. And shopping at Fab India. So much has happened. I scarcely know where to start.

So I sit. In the internet cafe. With an oscillating fan blowing through my hair. I'll walk back to my hotel. With vigilance. So I'm not run over by a bicycle or a rickshaw or a taxi. And I will dream up blog posts which I may. Never write.