Post from Varanasi

We all love getting mail. There is always something so exciting about seeing your name handwritten on an envelope. Words that have flown through the world just for you. Perhaps letters from the bank or HMRC ruin this feeling somewhat. They can keep their words frankly...I don't understand them anyway.
And here in India I have so many words to send. When I get home I'm probably going to be one of those annoying people who constantly drop into the conversation "when I was in India..." I apologise in advance. There is soooo much to take in though, and with "goggles" (as a man we met yesterday thought eyes were called) that are wide open for the weird and wonderful even the smallest thing becomes a story.
We got up early this morning to watch the sunrise over the Ganges and I was immediately inspired to write an overly lyrical paragraph in my diary in honour of the event. And whilst eating my cornflakes I wrote a poem about kites. Too much?
So expect gushing postcards from me, where everything is magical. Particularly here in Varanasi, which IS magical.
Because not only do I like to receive words (and feel free to send me post whenever you like...or maybe email in India as I'm addressless), you may have noticed that I also like to give them. I'm not selfish you know. Besides which it costs about £1 to buy and send a postcard...if that.
Also, you are often bullied into buying postcards by brightly clad women who stick bundis to your forehead so I may as well send them to you or I'll have rucksack full of them, and I'd rather fill it with new hippy clothes.
Hmm...I really don't think I'm sticking to the point today. Those kites have made my brain wander, I'm still thinking about playing the sitar and worrying about whether the mud I got on my flip-floped foot yesterday was in fact cow pat...or worse :s I won't put that in my postcards though, or any emails. I don't want everyone to know I have poo foot. You can expect only the magic. And in return feel free to send me a "no news but I'm a big fan of your work" email a la my sister. Thanks Becca, I may have read that wrong but I know that's what you meant!
And now I sign off with lots of love,
Jess xx