I normally suffer from minimal jetlag after arriving in a foreign country from the States, so I'm not sure why it's been such a chore to shake it off this time. Yesterday, I woke up at 1am local time. This morning, I arose at 3am, so at least things are progressing in the right direction.
Yesterday starting at 1am, I spent 4 hours tossing and turning, my thoughts burning up my energy. Today, I decided to not fight nature and be productive instead. I went online (compliments of my grandma's neighbor who hasn't yet wisened to the fact that my mom and I have been pirating his wi-fi. Thanks "rajaji"; I owe you several), responded to a few e-mails, did some work, finalized some plans, and did some other stuff which I can also describe in vague verbs but will not. I also provided a 5-course meal to the mosquito that was buzzing around unimpeded until I cranked up the ceiling fan to full blast.
The stillness (ravenous mosquitos and howling, roving packs of stray dogs notwithstanding) of early mornings in India is a beautiful thing and I'm glad that I realized it while I had the chance. I can't WAIT until the neighbors start clanging pots and pans, the fishwalla comes calling in his nasal voice, and the shopping center 4 blocks away starts piping music.
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