Here are my souvenirs from my night at the Ghats: A bindi dot and some red string around my wrist. Still not sure what the significance of each is. I'll have to do some research. Oh, and the walls in Varanasi are covered with murals, paintings, and advertisements--a super colorful place!
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
It's not a zit...really.
Posted by Cim* at Tuesday, September 18, 2007
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This reminds me of the wart I had in Jr. High right in the middle of my forhead. No amount of compound-w would remove it . One of Dad's secretaries sent him home with a bottle of magic wart remover potion that was, no kidding, florescent pink. So, for a few days, I was as close to an Indian princess as I would ever be. It looks much better on you than my magic potion did on me.
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