Thursday, June 13, 2013
Staring into Space # 13
What amazes me is what follows. I can't remember where most of it comes from or why I had it in the first place. I look around to see if any parts of me have fallen off. Has a dump truck passed this way and lost its load? Did someone move in when I wasn't looking?
Look around, gentlemen. Not too far away will be a small pile of fragments from you last activity. Close the door behind you as you leave. It will spread.
The fishing boat rises and falls on the turbulent blue-black sea. One moment I see it, riding high. The next it is barely visible...
Surendra laughs out loud, like a child among friends, his white teeth contrast strongly against his glistening brown skin. It’s not ...
An impish face smiles my way and greats me with a manly handshake that is the dichotomy I face each day when traveling with Surendra....