Here I am.
These days have been good.
I have taken buses to places I had perhaps seen before but had no memory of.
I have seen whole cities built on sandstone and heard stories of the stones.
I have spent a day on a new toothpaste alone and no change of clothes.
And I have seen Gods become soggy lumps of clay on sticks.
Yet, I have lived. And I have loved.
Photo: Pushkar, 2011
