Forgive me. School officially starts tomorrow, and I spent Wednesday through Saturday in bed fighting for my life (102 degree fever ain’t nothin’ ta… well, you know) . The Stomach Demon has been vanquished. Please accept my photos in lieu of written work.
Not all photos are mine. Some credits go to Kyla.
Wandered outside to see what all the drumming was about. Before we knew it we had been gathered into a local festival.
It’s hard to look at more than my feet lately. I’ve spent the last three days with my face tilted forward, not towards my smartphone, but towards my feet and the murky puddles on all sides. You see, it is monsoon season in Mumbai, and I am new to this. Today I worked on keeping my chin up, scanning for puddles in the distance. Planning. Someday, I think, I will walk effortlessly down this uneven sidewalk, dodging puddles and people with the grace of That French Woman that Kate talks about, perfectly placing each black stiletto heel on the welded metal joints of a Parisian Metro grate.
Until then, this is what I saw when I did look up… a couple views from my first three days in Mumbai.
/wɛft/ – n. the yarn woven across the width of the fabric through the lengthwise warp yarn