A ringing of temple bells at four inviting the dawn.
The morning smoke of cannabis. The spiritual discussions influenced by trance and magic mushrooms. A dam on a dried lake. Timeless firangi eccentricity of travelers bumping into each other as writers to a parable. A heart awakens with the tales of Kodai and Hrishikesh. Clothes are shed, with months and months of freedom to look forward to. Real food is eaten, hot, spicy, sandy with sweet camel milk.
Dreadlocks and dementia never seemed more natural and in tune with the universe.
