Since we were both awake, Nix and I got up at 6am to beat the mean streets of Omkareshwar. We noticed the level of the Narmada was extremely low, which made us wonder if the urgency of the dam sirens meant something had been broken. As we walked past a colourful little house with blooming bougainvilleas growing outside I made a comment to the owner about how beautiful the flowers looked. Five minutes later we realized that I had in fact made a comment about how beautiful their bridge was. Ooops. “Phul” and “pul” have a small difference in writing and speaking, but big difference in meaning. Oh well, live and learn ;) On the flip side, the good folk of Omkareshwar cannot get their head around the pronunciation of “Michael”, instead calling me “Micro”. I think it has a certain ring to it.