Wednesday, April 30, 2008

I've been back from India now for three days and I'm still convinced I haven't showered it all off. India soaks into the skin like no other place in the world. At night in bed I marinated in India: acidic curry, rotting trash, black clouds of exhaust, and roadside cow shit. All these were massaged into my sweaty skin then coated with layer of invisible dust that can never be wiped off the brow or belly. Yes India is a dirty place and no one leaves clean on the outside, on the outside at least.

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