Well India keeps pulling me in all directions; including to bed... I've been sleeping rather unsoundly lately: too much noise in the guest houses and in the night, too many stimuli during the day, and too many mosquitoes, so-called-indian-mattresses too thin, too many thoughts coming from past present and future, too many emotions from all the motions around me in the last months. But that's sort of what I expected and wanted; so s'all good. Except it would do me some even more good to really rest; but that seems just too hard when facing attention overload from a continentful of novelty.

So India is lively and in your face; i.e. loud for all senses: colourful, noisy, spicy, hot. Ok no big revelation here; but I'm starting to see its way to be lively. We'll see if I can describe it at some point.

I've been to Tiruvannamalai, inland from Pondicherry. An important temple complex to Shiva's agra lingam(?)--his fire phallus that appeared on a hill. It's an important place and apparently merely thinking of it can bring enlightenment, so give it a thought :)

more after a nap :)