The Adventures of a Rotary Exchange Student, from the USA to India. Thank you, my great India. Thank you, for teaching me how to grow old. Thank you, for teaching me how to grow young. Thank you, for teaching me how to smile. Thank you, for teaching me how to drape myself in colors. Thank you, for teaching me about humility and bowing my head. Thank you, for teaching me about pride and standing tall. वन द म तरम जय ह.

All written material 2014 Amy Bishop. This is, in essence, a blog of thoughts. It is once again, the leave-taking time. So much has changed in the last year.

In hopes of uncovering meaning and purpose. My skin is quickly chilling. Kneebones a pulsating freezing sensation. I think something is stuck to the middle of my throat. And now my back has that feeling. Like a heartbeat, but cold and noiseless. A ghost of a sensation. I wish I knew how to be a teenager. Or how to make friends. Or maybe New York City. But empathy is a pocketful of penny-change. I claim the right to be unhappy! Excuse th.