June 27, 2025, Friday
Yesterday I went to Sarnath in Varanasi with a hypocrite book lover disguised in the hard binding of lukewarm Islamic fear with the sleeve of western forbidden clothing. I took cold water in a Sprite bottle (#GoGreen), double rolled it in two rug bags to maintain its chilliness. We rode a scooter to the Budhdha Temple, marvelled at the Gandhara Architecture, braved rain, fought for charges at Golambar (Roundabout) Parking and walked a long way to the convenience store cum café. I ate just ice cream.
Many teenage girls were visiting the café part of the convenience store. One lonely woman came to the café and sat on the bench adjacent to me and ate spaghetti while I ate only ice-cream. As the sun started to slide down the horizon and the twilight ensued nightfall, we returned to our respective abodes.
