I stay in Delhi a few more days and feel weak. It’s time to rest in the room and dream of more active times. There is really not much to say about these idle days. Yeon is visiting her friend in Hong Kong, and I just stretch on the mattrass sweating out whatever the unfamiliar microbes may have caused.
There is a night out while I still feel weak, and I get shamelessly milked by my new friends, who order me a cocktail without even asking. It is time to say goodbye to India. I promise to cherish the brighter memories, such as that of the brilliant boy in the south, Janashekr, and the other children in EphPhatha Orphan home.