My travels to India were exceptional, I love that She got this event!

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Thick.  Immovable, impenetrable thickness, surrounding me in all directions–no one willing to budge.  Any sense of privacy, of individuality, disappears as skin touches skin, someone’s hand pushes my back, a woman crunches my toes, a child wails in my ear, and amidst it all, a stream of sweat drips, ceaselessly, relentlessly. 

I am in a sea.  I am in an ocean of orange and green and white, of the frequent shouts of “Hindustan Zindabad!”  (“Long live India!”), being held back by a single gate.  And just like a huge body of water, this sea of people continues to swell and bulge against the gate, the anticipation of a single moment fueling an unspoken energy that defies the crippling heat.  A sudden spark of hope sprouts in one section of the crowd, rippling through, as the murmurs increase and feet creep forward to the gate, only to be dashed back into…

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