After traveling several months throughout India, I can't seem to understand how people don't die more often.
Read MoreFemale construction workers in Jodhpur carry sand in buckets on their head as their children play nearby.
Female construction workers in Jodhpur carry sand in buckets on their head as their children play nearby.
After traveling several months throughout India, I can't seem to understand how people don't die more often.
Read MoreWatching the sun set from beneath palm trees at a peaceful yoga ashram in Kerala, India
My foot is asleep. No, I take that back. My entire leg is asleep. A numb tingling sensation that reminds me of childhood gymnastics shoots upwards through my body. I have been sitting cross-legged in silent meditation, wrapped in the darkness of early morning for satsang (sanskrit for in the company of the "highest truth") since 6:00AM. Given my current inability to feel my legs, I'm not sure things are quite so enlightening right now.
Read MoreChecking out beautiful decorative designs from a puja ceremony at the yoga ashram in Kerala
Stepping out of customs and into a crowded pen of late-night travelers, the warm Mumbai air reassures me we are no longer in China. Bunches of people are waiting, but not for us. Unfortunately, that appears to include the taxi driver we'd supposedly hired in advance.
"Sometimes you have to surrender before you win. Surrender is at the heart of the Indian experience." — Gregory David Roberts, from Shantaram
If there's one thing I've learned about India, it's that surrender really is at the heart of the Indian experience. There are so many inexplicable hoops and loops to everything here, and the method in which they are worked out rarely makes logical sense.
In this instance, in order to find our driver, we have to pay someone to contact someone else who eventually discovers our guy sleeping in his car.
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