On the train to Amritsar I made the grave mistake of attempting to create a sleeping cacoon of solace by wrapping, around my a head and torso, an ocher dhoti— the same kind babas wear (baba, which literally means “father,” is term of endearment that a younger person can extend to all elders. The honorific title is also used to refer to the orange-clad Hindu monks). This resulted in my sleep being continually disrupted by the unpardoning index fingers of conductors believing that I was a vagabonding baba. However, despite arriving in Amristar with bags under my eyes, I have to admit in taking pleasure witnessing the deluge of chagrin overcoming the conductors faces the moment they realized I was a gora (the Indian term for a foreigner)...