Romancing the Stone...
Where did you get that ring?
Incontrovertible evidence that the "Circle of Life" is real, and contains shortcuts.
No wife. Only Shiva. India has no homeless. Only Baba's. Sometimes wife.
In this age, there were still trees...perhaps I set the sundial too far back.
In which we attempt to traverse this Escher designed citadel on pure Red Rock...
...attain wonderful views of the once capital of the Bundela empire...
...and are waylaid in the clocktower under a veil of inebrients so thick that we can only chuckle absently as we read from our Indian history text.
Hope you enjoyed these Kodak moments from the Temple of Doom ride at Universal Studios. Tonight is Shivaratri, the lord’s favorite day. The DJ karts (deafening) are prepped. Bhang lassis are prepared for all. Thunder and lightning have been hailing all day, commemorating the great feat of drinking an ocean of poison to save all creation.
With devotional fervor, we celebrate the left hand path. Our inebriant of choice these days has been Lemon Tart. We have also been annihilating the self with Chess each morning. And in this groundlessness, I conduct a job search. What is my good work? No wife. Only craigslist. Try to grapple with the existence of Time, the West’s favorite god, and consumer of poison and palace alike. Reconstructing Indian history is an inductive process. The Betwa flows in many directions simultaneously.