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New Delhi train station, in a cold and foggy moment...

And luck upon me...five hours in airport and then the funding of an, almost, immediate train to varanasi which, in that most delightful Indian way, I was told not to worry about the 0130 arrival time as it was always late and it would be unlikely to arrive before 0400...thus, when it arrived only an hour and a half late I found myself in the oddest of situations bemoaning that my train wasn't quite late enough...and so halfnight in varanasi station and then from a memoried stall the best channa puri that I've found here...and a tuk tuk to the edge of the alleys. Where the haar cloaked the ganges and a wondrous recognition fell upon me, a familiar cloak of wonderment...

And of course being new Delhi there was this tune in my head

http://youtu.be/51f4q93GBMc