(enroute to our temporary ten-day home in Leh, during the dawn of my lengthy summer holiday)
evenings out, days of work and bicycling, the sun warming the autumn dusk and the crown of my head - and still no words up here. i think of india, about india, about what happened in india, with fondness but perhaps also like a series of old photographs now; having the people who were part of it so far removed makes the entire thing feel more like a brilliant indie film, complete with a great soundtrack (thanks to my more-musical-than-me friends), late nights and a low budget.
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