Buying silk in India

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The GangesĀ is brown and wide and moves sluggishly as if weighed down by the load that it carries. We have a boat, one of many, and a man to row for us. I let my hand drag in the water and splash my face and forehead. I sit with my back to the sun, my clothes sticking to me. Perspiration runs down my neck. My straw hat protects my face and my cotton pants and shirt cover all of me except for my hands which have been lavished with sunscreen.

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Beginning the rest of my life with travel

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Once I found it and acknowledged that I was at a place of indecision, it was actually rather pleasant, rather like being at a lonely crossroad with a heavy fog rolling in muffling noise and dampening mind chatter. Rather than panicking or struggling to find my way, I simply rugged up, sat on a bench and waited. All would be revealed. I was confident of that.

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