Yep. That’s right. That’s a Hindi dot on my forehead. Just when I thought I couldn’t get more hippiefied in India, I go and get a dot.
Actually, it wasn’t completely my fault. Martin and I walked to the Ganges in Rishikesh last night to catch the nightly Garga Aarti, the Hindu river offering. A man came out of nowhere and within 10 seconds I had a hand full of marigold blossoms, a dot on my forehead and poof! he was gone – a drive-by hippiefication.
You’ll be happy to know that Martin laughed at me until I washed it off.
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