And so, on this ever-holy Holi day, crowds of Hindis gather in the Smokey Oval to blast each other with colored dyes and powders…
I took him to a cafe’ and told him my story. He started crying almost immediately, pouring tears over a half-eaten tuna sandwich.
There are ways of being a gentleman while doing the wrong thing. (Like the mafia)
Together, we cycled through intense cold, heat, dust storms, a snowstorm, and even encountered some rogue yaks.
“How can you read the sky, listen to the wind and the spirits. The more I age the more I get worried. All these wounds are too large to stitch.”
… her products aren’t my poison of choice. Workout clothes and a yoga mat disguised her as any of the other usual suspects walking down St. Marks Place.
