I am on a long layover in Bengaluru. I spent an hour or so on the beach in Varkala before my flight. I wanted to refresh the sweet tan I neglected while at the ashram for a week. I was running late. I frantically flagged a rickshaw from the train station to the airport. When the driver dropped me off, I had barely made it. I said "goodbye friend" and we shook hands. So relieved. I barely made it- to the wrong airport. The domestic airport was 5 kilometers away. I didn't even know what that meant. I walked like a maniac through the airport departure driveway, to I didn't even know where. Aimlessly, I tried flagging down a regular car while exclaiming "fuck" every yard until I started weeping. A man ran up to me from the taxi service and got me into a cab. I was already convulsing, so I went with it. I have been reading about not meddling with what arises so I can be "boldly vulnerable". When we got to the correct airport, the driver and I shared a look. I wasn't apologetic and he wasn't condescending. I made my flight. I was upgraded to first class. Before taking off I snuck into the "lavatory" (culture!) and snapped this photo. I said I would post another selfie. The ashram gave me white powder for my forehead, which would really pop against my tan, but I don't have it in me to "joke" with the flight attendants.