Trip from Kharsodkala to Ujjain

With a heavy heart, I left the village of Kharsodkala. To say goodbye, they blessed me again and promised to pray for a safe trip. Even on the bus I spoke and greeted several people from the town who were also taking the bus. I saw in their eyes the brightness of the illusion of sitting next to someone who had come at the hand of the "lord" of the people, Hari Singh Patidar. They gave me company and conversation during the journey back to Ujjain. After nearly a month in India, I was, for the first time. returning to a place I had already been, Ujjain. An ugly city without anything special, apart from its half million inhabitants, give you a half a million reasons to return.