I stretch the curtains wide, inviting the world into my day. Looking for the autos and cars chasing the streets, I see nothing. A blank canvas covers the world just beyond the balcony railing. It’s 10am; only now are the edges of the middle ground buildings lining the landscape. Is it fog? Smog? Probably a mixture of both.

Welcome to Delhi. 

I will inform you that I am doing well.

Whoop, whoop, surprise, surprise, Stephanie is in another part of India. I am not sure how I manage to crave stability and create a schedule that prevents all forms of such occurrences, but here we are

I think we are at a point where each week is going to be plot twist upon plot twist. This week what I am writing about already feels like a different era of existence, even though it was only ~4 days ago. 

Just to get us all on the same page, I am in India.

plane, layover, plane, layover, plane cancelled, new plane, rest.