In Hindi, godhuli is when the cows come home, or more literally, when the cows raise dust heading home after a day of grazing: go means cow and dhuli means dust. Villagers in India who had no other way to tell time would often use godhuli as a way to mark time. “It was last week at godhuli when I saw him.”
India is overwhelming — people, food, trash, cows, temples, shops, crazy playing-chicken-like driving (seriously, how is there not an accident every two seconds?), fragrance, slums, dozens of fishermen on the beach pulling in boats and nets with long ropes, silky wind cooling the evenings, more temples, some over a thousand years old, mehendi (henna tatoos), raucously loud singing, karaoke, dancing, drumming at a banquet, five people ready to help you do anything at a resort, hawkers showing you the same set of postcards over and over and over no matter how many times you say no, heat, sun, and now, sleep.
3 Replies to “Godhuli”
Sounds like an amazing intake of sights, sounds, smells and wonder
Yes, amazing. Challenging too — India is like no other place I’ve ever been, by a long way.
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