Piling seven people into a five person car (and five people into an eight person van), we finally made our way to the Gandhi Ashram. The premise is modestly designed: a series of bungalows overlooking blue, algae coated water. The lake, now polluted, is entirely still. I leaned my torso forward over the concrete ledge. My vision of the immobile pool was perfectly framed by bridges supporting two-wheelers cascading their course.