Saturday night began under starlight..yemenite-rajasthani-ethiopian music..israeli lead singer..backpackers, sadarji uncles, fat aunties in sarees, hippies, yuppies and us..shared space on mattresses..
concert on the greens. with strobe lights and lots of space. man with the multicoloured turban and wooden castenets (the kartal, i think) from rural rajasthan dancing with gay abandon..with the girl from perisan-israel..
Sunday night i met bengalees..of all shapes and sizes..on the mount. there was colour. there were loud, musical voices. there were big round red bindis.
tiptoed over the marble inlays set for people remembered..like i have done since i was 3 - names and relationships etched on stone..freezing people in time, in a house of worship.
there was incense. and someone rang the temple bell right behind me.
We're in the year 1414, im told.
This weekend. I also found out i'll be losing 3 more people to distance.
Buy my soft drink
10 years ago
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sigh!! i cant believe that we have lived such surreal moments together, and have absorbed the surreality in the moments! All my time with you...and lots of time with the 7 of us has been surreal! and i wish i could have it forever.
SIGH SIGH SIGH!!!!!!!!!!!
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