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Untitled. The polar emotion accompanying my last week. I miss home, Daniel, cuddles, friends, coffee, my balcony... Then here, there is sweet tea, namaste greetings, bright full smiles, Bollywood moves, dirt, dust, street vendors. I have a thousand small stories to tell, telling is not sharing.

Daniel rang the other week saying only 2 weeks and 2 days to go, poor guy, I snapped. Two weeks is too long to imagine being home and to short a time to think of leaving. I have little left to say, my next blogs will be pictorial because I can't find the right words without blundering. In one moment sounding forlorn and the next fulfilled. 

If you have a chance to do something you have never done, don't be brave, be foolish :)