Varanasi- Feb 9

The kids are gone, so is most of the staff, even Hamid has disappeared for the moment and I sit alone in his office. I cannot fully explain the difference an hour makes here yet I will try.
An hour ago the school was filled with 100+ students, 10-12 teachers, another 10 house/support staff, Hamid, his business staff of 2-4 depending on the day, a representative of a transportation company, two drivers, gardeners, gate staff and me. Think of an ant colony, everyone having a specific task and busy doing it once they check in with Hamid or his wife Ghodsia. Now it is practically silent, off in another distant world I can hear horns and a few birds chirping. The house goes from the extreme of miniature city to still sanctuary effortlessly. I want to be doing something yet a part of me does not want to beak the stillness. Time top find Hamid; time to work.
I have half succeeded in this, I found Hamid and we have further thought out and booked our days. Today remains a day for planning and lacks any real work. It seems like he enjoys my time here as it is giving a bit of a break for his daily grind and someone to talk to. He is ever the gracious host albeit a bit mysterious and all over the place. His wife is in stark contrast she brings in the structure and urgency that lacks in Hamid; they balance each other out. My new goal for today is to have a set plan for the coming days that way I will be able to budget my time. The focus is of course carpets so all other things I have the opportunity to do are contingent on my job which relies on me and Hamid coming to an understanding.
On the flip side I was told to take a week off while I am here. I had not intended to using the time at the beginning of my trip however it has been a nice break so I am okay with that. It has given me a chance to get comfortable and when Vargha was around it was a lot easier to explore. I also do not really have weekends or weekdays for that matter; the school seems almost always in session and Hamid could take me out at a moments notice. In the end I am confident everything will work out; after all it is India the land where nothing seems to work yet somehow, someway it does.