A day exploring the riverbanks of the Ganges gives me an exuberant feeling- a well of tears that fails to spill but keeps swirling inside out of sheer happiness. Psychologists have refred to this as "flow" when you loose all track of time and any cares of the world are defeated by momentary bliss. I'm attending to build an empire around this feeling of ebullience, excitement, wanderlust, a bit of fear even. We call this EEE.

All I did was walk. I placed one foot in front of the other not even knowing where I was headed, just taking everything in. Open hearted and mind aware, I felt the shimmering sun shine through the ancient trees casting dancing shadows upon the dirt path. I marched alongside Indian families, the women clad in colorful saris, holding babies, exchanging friendly glances. At one point along the route, one woman with a gigantic pleading smile even handed me her baby and the rest of the family crowded in before I could object to the flash of a photo. But I would never object- this was as fascinating to me as it was to them. I was the odd exquisiteness from a far away place. They thanked me profusely and I just chuckled, and namaste'd and bowed and thanked them too. Luckily, I was prepared the next time a family inquired about taking a photo with I their baby.