How?

How to describe this fantastic, wonderful world in which I inhabit. I am a seeker, a pilgrim along the long walk towards finding myself. In the process the world expands and contracts with adventures of the most mundane to the extremely precarious. A new world has invited me into it's midst with a green cheap carpet laid down at my feet. If I am not careful this world will eat me up, swallow me and turn me into the disciple of an Aghori bab's disciple (google it). My hindi has improved with leaps and bounds each day is a new adventure just becuase I can help in some small way. I could easily be kept busy doing small things for friends and aquantances. That's just how India works, if you a have a little more, you give a little more. As a foreigner it is just assumed that we have more. Every place that one has to pay entry there are two prices, one for Indians and another for foreigners. It is the same everywhere, each thing that I buy, even a small chai is sold for double the price to me. Now I understand what's going on and I do my best to avoid paying the tourist price. There are things worse than my spelling, looking dejection, poverty, disease, and injuries in the eye everyday is one of them. Where can I help? how can I step in and make a change? This is something that I'm searching for. Now I can give these people company, because I speak hindi. Yesterday I took two boys who gather scrap cardboard for money out to lunch. One kilo of cardboard is 8 rupees, 15 cents. Plastic bottles are 10 rupees a kilo, I learned that from a girl named Khali this morning. She asked me if I had any plastic bottles.
Since the last time I sat down on the computer I've has countless adventures, I walked 100, 88.5, or 75 kilometers in 14 hours. It's a story to tell, I took part in a pilgrimage a couple of days ago. I want to do this blog justice and really try to capture the imagry of India. I feel like i flonder in my descriptions of this place that is beyond my comprehension and I'm here, living it daily. India, no Varanassu, the sacred city comparable with Jerusalam has taken my soul and held it captive. I will come back here, this city is an Oregon Country Fair, it's the best analogy I can think of, haha. I'm leaving on wendesday, if all goes as planned, but I know that a part me has burned away here, and that has given birth to new growth within myself.

Blessings From India!