It seems there is less smog in Kolkata; though in Jharkhand it is both smog and dust. One becomes more aware of how much cars polute the air when you are in India's cities, where mass of humanity congregates. In addition street-side coal-burning stoves and distant industry spew their constant offerings. The trees of a city grace its survival by replenishing oxygen, adding life to the eyes of a wearied soul. Evening breezes also refresh and blow clear the dusty skies.
We are pacing ourselves well on this trip. Travelers at ripe ages of 57, 67, 79, and 91 have to remember to take it easy. Since it is quite a bit hotter here, then in Ranchi, we are taking our afternoon rest before joining many dear friends at a Hindu wedding tonight.
It may go without saying, but my heart overflows and I have no adequate words to describe how much I love being in India again. My father also is comfortable and at home here. My sister-in-law simply walked off the plane and also got right into step, having returned after 40 years. My cousin, who visits India for the first time, is learning so much and provides a fresh new perspective for all of us.