The Same River Twice

I am back in India.  Arrived this time in to the fog filled Delhi airport in the wee hours, thinking of my last arrival 7 year ago in to Bombay.  Then everything was ablaze with heat and colour, the roads full of cows, horns and chaos.  That first rickshaw ride was one of my most striking and lasting impressions of my stay. This time I got in an orderly government taxi with no haggling, the traffic almost in ques, in winter time wearing a coat.   Everything was different this time, and I have changed so much too since my student days.  In all this change I am reminded to ask - what is it in ourselves and the world that stays the same?
Hope to get some pics of my trip downloaded asap.