Don't cry for me, Delhi...

Last day in India! My flight departs at 2:45am tonight, which is tomorrow for the States. Today is a whirlwind trip to visit the Lotus Temple, the Raj Gatt where Gandhi was cremated, and to buy a harmonium!!! This is the third time I'm in Delhi this trip, and it's starting to feel like...home? No, it still feels like India, in which I am quite alien! We still have men and children approaching us wanting pictures with "the white people," we still can't communicate more than five words with our rickshaw driver. But still, even after only two weeks, I feel like I have come to the river and gotten my legs wet. Not totally submerged (even though I did half-drown myself in at the source of the Ganga, but this is a story for another time), but definitely a good splash. At the very least, I've been covered with enough Indian dirt and digested enough Indian food (and bacteria) to change my physiology forever! Will I return to India?? I'm keeping enough rupees just in case :)