I listen to MUSIC, do some blogging here and THERE and ELSEWHERE. Literature is also my FLING. Good design, Aesthetics, Engineering in pretty much anything is an analogy of love to me. HERE  is my reading list.
The cold bites at my skin. I didn’t pack for this. I was told that India would be a place of unbearable, choking heat, but here we are sitting around a smoky little fire. The man sitting next to me hands me a pipe. There is an entire crowd gathered around us but – militaristic and insufferable as they are in this country - the police aren’t going to try anything. I take a respectable lungful and pass it to the god to my left. He shifts his trunk-like growth to accommodate the pipe and reveals a slobbery, mucus encrusted hole of a mouth. Thank god I smoked before him.