When Aria goes to Thathi’s home, Sharanya and I are left open, exhausted and crab-like. We have 6 hours to think about dreams, patch old wounds, make new plans, sleep and recover, find ourselves. It’s unfair and too much and we get little done, really. But we try.
And this, this tiny thread, is a recognition and reminder of how much we value our lives outside of this shared, magical and tiring pilgrimage.