My adviser, Dr. Sumant Vyas, has proven exceptionally helpful in getting me settled. I am currently staying at the NRCC guest house, where the cook Meghraj's two daughters prevent me from oversleeping and the security guards' late night vigils introduce me to the coarser side of Hindi dialect. With Dr. Vyas' help, I have nearly secured my residence permit (through a haze of paperwork, most of which bore the title “Registration of Foreigners in India Act of 1939”), gotten set up with a mobile, and begun to explore and become accustomed to Bikaner. My days often feel empty despite the magnitude of the tasks yet to complete; without transport, I am often stranded at the guest house with only a book for company (right now it is Gore Vidal's splendid Empire). To this end, I have begun shopping for a motorcycle.
Meghraj and his daughters.
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