I'm in Central Station right now, scouting the place for a second time to find my departure location before I bring my pack in here again. The train leaves in about 4 hours, still need to go back to my room across town and check out, though I thought I could burn some time in the cafe. It's on the second floor, with huge glass walls overlooking the main lobby, where you can see hundreds of people are upto all things- scurrying about, dashing onto trains, waiting and sleeping for hours on end, or horking out on fresh vegetarian food for only a couple rupees a hit.

As you can imagine, the palette of strong aromas has a sharp contrast. One moment I'm dodging cow paddys strewn about the sidewalk while avoiding speeding taxies and naked children playing on the street infront of their carboard shacks, and the smell of human excrament is filling my sinuses. Then perhaps 1 minute later, walking through a market, the most tantilizing spices seem to reach right out and touch my nose, their flavour leaping from hot oily bubbles in firey bowls, as cooks flip and spinning their cuisine with mad talent, while shouting rhythmic patterns to market their goods.

Mmmm Mmmmm, plate lickin' tasty.

Well, I'll write later- my time has almost run out. Soon I'll be in Kolkata.