I know I need a haircut. But it hasn’t been that long. The last place I got my haircut was in Varanasi … which was the site of bomb blasts that killed 17 people on March 7. Today the city witnessed a small blast that injured one person. I didn’t feel unsafe in Varanasi (or in the whole of India for that matter), but to be so close to such an event is a bit disquieting. It takes some of the shine off my generally upbeat assessment of India. My haircut was fine — just about the right length — but explosions at a train station that one recently passed though is a bit too close for comfort.
I actually walked into the police station near the temple that was hit. What can I say it — looked like an interesting building. I was quickly shown out; the cops seemed a bit jumpy about having an outsider inside. And here I thought they were just paranoid.
