I forgot to mention that is terribly difficult to wash and dry your clothing when it doesn’t stop raining. K says that during the rainy season, everything feels moist, regardless of how long you’ve left it to dry.
I went to the Asiatic Society today (Monday), but the president forgot that he made an appointment with me, so I just went to their library. I’ll return tomorrow to meet with him. I’m not surprised that he forgot. When I called him yesterday, he seemed very flustered and unfocused. It was a nice ride, through Dhaka University. I got cheated by the rickshaw-walla, as I so often do, because I hate arguing with them.
Tonight K and I went to yoga. It’s run by this lovely Hindu woman, Lena, who is not like your usual American yoga instructors. She’s short and round and very business-like while conducting the session. Last week we did a really interesting exercised that involved focusing on a candle and then closing our eyes and trying to see color through our third eye. I couldn’t see the color, but then again, neither could anyone else. Tonight we did a normal session. She always says, “Relax your bod-y, relax your mind,” in English. But it’s hard for me to relax, because I’m always anxiously awaiting her next directions in Bangla. I have a hard enough time doing yoga when it’s in English, imagine doing it in Bangla! “Put your feet here, and your hand here.” It’s fun, though, and I wish I could do it every week.
