Heat and pollution, the sun a white giant, hot early, the air clinging and murky. The sudden urge to move. Postponed. But the thought remains. 
The Aarti by the puja ghat, something shifting, that projection of faith rather than performance impossibly strong here. Motionless after the culmination a spaced out walk to the hare krishna drummers, sitting on the ghats, hazy stars and a late rising moon, the feeling of time returning, the Gemütlichkeit of place pulling against the undercurrent. But it's coming.