Friday, November 04, 2005

Diwalli Festival-Pushkar

Diwalli explosions; startled every time. Non-stop noise, chants, fusion, rap, trance, bells, prayers. The singing sadhu sings to us at the ATM. A fierce scruffy one walks talking loudly to no one in particular. The legless sadhu with the umbrella hat scuffles along.

The children find us. Auntie, Auntie, remember me. It's high fives and requests for chapatti flour, don't forget the oil!



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