Here is a serene scene as captured from the back seat of a Silver Ambassador. A lone rickshaw schleeps along- a rare sampling of solitude in a city of 14 million.
The Violet Hour in Delhi
My Return to India
After a16 hr journey from New York through Brussels, I arrived in Delhi. I glided past immigration with ease: my eye make-up smeared like a battered Vegas-showgirl's, my Jew-fro on the verge of becoming a ripe dread-lock and the smell of death blazing from my arm pits.
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