We had lunch at Satvika Bhoga today. The little natural foods store is now bigger, got the larger space next door to expand the store and turned the former store space into a restaurant serving Indian food. The couple who own it, Deepak and Hira, are 2nd generation Indonesian Pakistani Hindus. Today there was a couple obviously from India visiting. Talked to them on our way out - Punjabi Hindus. They had spent a lot of time while we were there each yakking away on their smart phones. Made it even more like India there, noisy India. I told Katrinka that the noise of India is so hard to escape, that the sound for their movies is traditionally added in the studio so that they dub their own language. And the masala chai in that place. I get one when we arrive and one to go for after lunch. I make chai, spicy tea, every day, but theirs, using Hira's recipe, reminds me of India. Now I'm back in Bali. A procession just went by on the street our alley runs into - a large shrine carried on shoulders, the clanging and ringing and drumming of gamelan. I heard them approaching, went out on the street, and watched them go by.
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