Word of the day: recouperate.

We had a blast in Bombay. We'll dearly miss Tia and Amaya (left, playing in the only plot of privately owned grass around) and their cravings for Bollywood movies, shopping, and boy talk, but leaving Bombay wasn't as hard as it could have been. Ayesha was with us so long that if she'd stayed on the train a minute longer the train would've swept her up and she'd be in Bhopal with us now. It'll be impossible to thank the whole family enough for their hospitality and getting all of our transportation and necessity stuff under control, so I'll just announce how wonderful they are to the universe of bloggers and maybe they'll feel some vibes of appreciation from around the world.

The overnight train from Bombay to Bhopal was unbelievable. (Check Ruth's blog for some better pictures, but we should note that our beautiful new kurtas are from Ayesha. Don't worry, we'll keep them in good shape.) Standing in an open doorway on a moving train means you're free of all fears and concerns and doubts, replete with love for the unknown that awaited us at the landing station in Bhopal 30 minutes later.

Unfortunately, none of us slept much on the train ride. Or the night before. So though we enjoyed our meeting with Sathyu and Rachna this morning and have already started making preparations for the art project we're going to be doing with the Kids Against Dow Carbide group for the 25th anniversary of the disaster using pots corroded by the contaminated water that people have no choice but to use, we haven't done much today except walk around a bit and lie in bed.

Swadisht.