Thoughts from the Car

It hits me at strange times. I am sitting in a car on the ride up to Shimla readin my book and not knowing whether the main character is really dead or not. At this heavy section of my book I feel that I need a break to digest, so I took a deep breath in and look around to see my surroundings. India. I look over to Alex asleep in the seat next to me thinking how funny it is that I am here. Who would have thought that in all this time I would end up living in India. Making new friends through random circumstances and feeling strangly comforted by the lack of familiarity.