Muslim prayers at dusk. Announced on loudspeakers to the city, to the country, to the world. Ramadan and feasting. Mosques illuminated by pink sunset and smiling capped men walking past, shyly staring at me. The memory now.
Portland Starbucks. Chai just doesn’t taste like chai. cha-aa-ya in hindi, that is. tora tora. nahiii hindi. only reading and writing, i am embarassed.