The Third Pilgrimage

Today I ate an entire meal, so much that I couldn't even finish, for 60 cents. I love India. Third Sunday in a row, our family went on picnic to the same place. It really has become a weekly pilgrimage of sorts, and yet I will never bore of it. It's different every time, even though we really have gone to the same exact places. Today, we went after the rains had fallen, and all of the dry, barren landscape we had seen just last week was green and lush. Our picnic spot from the first of these trips was completely filled with water. It was the most amazing weather to be out in nature. Speaking of being out in nature, I can fully call myself an Indian, as today, nature called, and I went.