Just outside the stepwell used to film the pit prison in The Dark Knight Rises (more on that when I have a better internet connection), we came across the small temple that our driver recommended.
The temple docent put a Tikka mark on me and wished me good luck – which is probably a good thing as I can use all I can get at the moment.
Still, I wasn’t sure how long to leave the red dot on my forehead. It felt oddly improper for me to be wearing it, like a baseball cap or plaid. None of these things seem to work on me. Though, to be fair, I’m not sure what does work on me. I think I’m an autumn.
Anyway, somewhere on the road to Agra, I used a napkin to wipe the Tikka off… and proceeded to smear it along my forehead. I now look like a six year old whose adopted aunt kissed him on the forehead and he tried to wipe it off with his coat sleeve.
Consequences.
Karma.