Dancing in the Garba concentric with hundreds of people around the effigy Goddess Durga that I had mixed feeling of bewilderment and excitement that accompany religious experiences. First Durga has ten arms (8 according to other sources) and rides a tiger. I do not think we can be more cool than that. Then during the dance (which lasts for hours and hours, with slow pace at first and then faster and faster) one gets the impression continues to be on collision course with the people in the circles in
diacenti: they all move with incredible grace but at a staggering pace. When you integrate the Ras Garba (dance sticks) things get even more intense because each dance with two sticks of wood that has to play against those of mate shift. While dancing and twirling whirling acrobatics are made with sticks. In all this I felt very white and very graceful and I decided that I want at least ten children in India. But the Indian-law are said to be worse than the Italian ones and then maybe not. Then I went home and I took off from the face of the thirty-seven pounds of eyeliner and went to sleep.
Other things that happen in Chapel Hill: I bought a scooter adorable that I want very well, the wonderful roommate and I had the pumpkin for Halloween, I have Russian neighbors that make the holidays indie rock and do not invite me, 30 degrees during the day are and 2 pm, the number of cellular
I was given first was a prostitute at night and now I get calls and sms's very trani, dancing barefoot on a carpet around the goddess Durga leaves you feet destroyed.
Cheers.
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