*Makes chiropractic move, "aahh."* This is definitely erotic in many ways.
Next, after this observance, I look around for more Indian stuff.
I used up all my bindis, so I don't have those, but I do remember the Indian-looking shirts I bought from a Pakistani vendor in Finland. "Are those from India?" I can't be sure, so I try something else. {*tick, tick, tick, time goes by as I look for an erotic awakening somewhere. I must be failing my class assignment. Isn't India full of erotica anyways? Something tantric?}*
Then I notice the smell of Nag Champa burning in my boyfriend's office. I had just learned that Nag Champa uses oils, instead of overwhelming perfumes. Now I look it up on the internet thinking, "how often do we even notice what we have?" Wow, this class is great & BAM! I nailed my homework:
"Nag Champa is an Indian fragrance containing frangipani and sandalwood." - That's three Indian things I own! ...I won!
After I awaken to my erotic self, I realize that, indeed, the greatest "O" is in knowing. I believe it was Aristotle who said that.
I love this class, this homework, this noticing. There is something sultry every which way I turn.
Thank you, India for not only creating a basis for my spirituality, theosophy and all wonderful New Age things I love- but I appreciate you for the subtle influences everywhere: from a fragrance stick to a highly classified deity which helps me to understand what Ganesha is all about: noticing what you already have. And don't forget the chai.