Tuesday, December 10, 2002

Bombay Sunset
at prathiba's.
train friends, and sketchy men. i ran off into the taxi. scared.
coloba wishes i could stay.
only minutes before i head to the airport. and the hellos felt like they just started. this isn't fair.
i love india. said without hesitation, though it took a while.
sad and happy. i want to go home. i want to stay.
and the man wants me to go to dubai. he'll pay. i didn't promise, even over tea at the Taj sea lounge.
the candles are burning. the diety is pleased with flowers draped around the neck. silver bell.
the cab driver is silly, and 187 Rs is a good price. especially with a ripped bad holding your present. and not lost.
my passport is safe, as is the plane ticket. now to just board.
14 year old lady. chatting on the train. so cute. so nice. so a new penpal. i loved the ride back. minus now looking back on some things. bombay sunset over the india ocean. all day long asking if i'll ever see it again. i hope. i hope i hope. i want to come back. just be patient [years].jared all of your emails have mysteriously been deleted somehow. hope you're doing well....
--flying over the indian/atlantic/europe -- back soon..........
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
;o)

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