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All in the Same Day

21 Sep

What can you do in twenty-four hours? I’ll give you a petite taste. In Jaipur, India, you can do everything from photographing random people to giving a tiny hug to a gigantic elephant.

You can do everything from the mundane, to the insane. Keep in mind that this is your life and you’ve got only chance. Why hold back, why not let go? Okay I’ll refrain from the cliches now. But what I mean is that everyone has there own idea of interesting.

Omen, from Israel, once told me about his friend who went traveling with him to the north of India. They went for a month and after that Omen asked his friend where he would like to go next. His friend promptly replied “I want to go home.”

To each his own, right?

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“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new langscapes but in having new eyes.” ~Marcel Proust

Round and Round

1 Sep
English: Jal Mahal in Jaipur Rajastan. This pa...

English: Jal Mahal in Jaipur Rajastan. This panoramic photo was taken on a rainy evening 1 September 2007 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Took the local bus,
To Jaipur.
It’s not so bad, I think of it as character building.
Everyone needs character building.

It’s a myriad of sound.
Every one of my senses are on fire.
To my right horns are blaring,
To my left construction is roaring.

Behind me a man plays his own music on his mobile.
Laying next to me is a woman so skinny…
Her husband is trying to sleep.
Tapping at the window.

“Hello, no money, japati.”
A little boy gestures to his stomach.
I hand the left over biscuits to my friend and we pass them
through the window.

The boy gives them to a woman.
She breaks a piece of cookie off for her baby…
Shares some with another woman.
What a meal…cookies.

My ears are ringing.
My eyes aren’t sure where to look.
My nose itches and twitches.
My skin sweats and sticks.

Like I said my senses are flaring.
In a public bus you become a rag doll,
Tossed and thrown about.

But it’s character building…
And everyone needs character building.
At some point in life.
The air tastes like something.

Not sure what yet.

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