It was no surprise to anybody that ended up at a Diwali festival. I love India, or better put, I love the India I have built in my head from an overdose of Indian movies and music. In all honesty, I thought Diwali was a celebration of the Indian new year. Turned out to be the festival of lights, a celebration of Lakshmi, a Hindu god. It just happened to coincide with the Indian new year. Awkward.
I really wish I could say things always go according to plan for me, and that there are alternative ways to learn certain things, but sadly there are not. There is a form of resilience that only comes from being pressured and having the air sucked from your lungs.