Day Fourteen: Ode to Home
Today we made the 6-hour trip from Udaipur to Pushkar, the Holy City where pilgrims come in droves to worship Brahma, the Lord of Creation.
I realized I had some leftover podcasts on my phone, which meant FINALLY something to fill the long silences of these Rajasthani drives (unfortunately, my Spotify music is off limits here). I listened to the New Yorker episode about Jill Solloway (creator of the show, Transparent), a high fashion hijab fashion designer, and the life of guitar legend James Fahey. I absorbed it all and some. I forgot how good it feels to listen to a podcast, from start to finish.
In the spirit of appreciating the things familiar, I share:
In all your carnations,
I miss you.
For my own kitchen and food
As diverse as the people of New York
My friends, my family
Real working wifi
Interactions without transaction
Boundless water so fresh from the tap
Streets with lines, order and sense.
I see you so clearly now
A silhouette stark against the shade of India
Two worlds, so vastly different,
I hope you are well and happy.