The Green Tara Project

Heavens. Okay, crying babies. That sound will be ringing in my ears for hours. Not complaining, mind you; just stating a fact.  Add the transatlantic flight from Chicago to Munich with a very sad little guy who randomly erupted into screaming fits throughout the entire flight together with the ardent cries of a new born during my six hour wait in Mumbai Domestic terminal, it’s no mystery why.  I wonder what the next 13 hours of travel will bring for my ears?

Am currently flagging as I languish in the gate area, bathed in bright fluorescent lights and blasted by blaring flight announcements.  Nowhere to escape this and take a nap; believe me, I’ve tried.  Anyone who knows me knows that sleeping in unusual places is not a problem for me.  So, I’m going on day two without more than 2 hours of sleep in a row.  Every time I stand up, my exhausted brain plays tricks on me and the floor underneath my feet feels like the deck of a boat on the rolling sea.  Weird.

Okay, just caught the word ‘Kolkata’ in one of the blaring announcements. Must go check.