On a train from Bodhgaya to Calcutta, somwhere between consiousness and dream-state, one of the eight students writes:
Fall asleep now
And get your shit
Stolen.
Succumb to gravity + eyelid
And the small
brown man
who is sitting on his
flip flops
next to you
pretending to sleep
will
steal
yourshit
so ifiwereyou
i’d stay
eyewide
staring, as you are
at the
dirty blue wall
P.S.
Guess 
who!
Love,
Your children, brothers, sisters, and friends.
And more personally, one of the four bald girls. (Oops!)