~desert days~

Monday, 27th January 2003

there is something about India, i don't know what it is, but it is something that is so strong, so intense, so deep, so old that you can almost see it, that you can almost feel it, that you can almost touch it while it's floating invisibly around you, but you can't get hold of it -

just as you can't get hold of the wind that is blowing and that is maybe carrying the answers inside it, all the way to the horizon, while you are being here, in the desert of Thar

while you are following the road in a jeep until the asphalt ends, while you are breathing in the red and yellow dust that is covering the earth, while you are drinking hot tea in the shade of an old tree, while you are wandering the world on a saddle of a camel, while you are eating dhal and chapati from a silver moon plate

and for some moments you can hear it, and you watch the stars of Orion travel through the sky, you feed a glowing fire with dry wood, you sing songs of sadness and love, you talk to desert people, you take a rest on a sand dune, you see the pink and orange of the sunrise, you dream of dragons, and you know, and you feel free, here in the desert of Thar, at least for two days...

and one more desert pic for you:
me in the dunes

~desert smiles~
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