A day of changes and spur of the moment mistakes. 
The plan changing from train to bus, the day tinged with sorrow at leaving but the heat's rising again and it's time to move. 
Last night a musical session on the rooftop with Ashish and half a dozen of his friends, a couple of lovely voices which, entwined, were even more beautiful; a mess around with a transcendent Biko which seemed to last for hours, chants and refrains, the stilled night passing.
And then the certainty that these last nights demand motion, moonlight whispering of the road while depositing the thought that these are the memories which fuel dispersal, which rise to fill the spaces between.
But today is the slow path towards the overnight bus, possible meetings down the road, J already in Pushkar, L heading hillwards after his brother's wedding and M out there on her adventures. It'll be interesting to see how the threads of this place wind the future.
And so towards Pushkar, picking up the debris of the last visit, hoping that we've realigned ourselves over the last couple of weeks.