This is day number two and I'm trucking along.
First let me give a happy birthday wish to my brother Michael and a belated wish to my sister Lena.
This morning I again enjoyed walking the grounds of the police mess and stood for some time contemplating the movements of the Sabarmati river.
Have you ever seen a river move and appear motionless at the same time. It's like watching the wind dance across the surface of a lake and ripple the top along the way. Was it wind? was it current? I couldn't say.
At the same time one of the early morning trains crossed the bridge and a for a moment I thought the silvery reflection of the windows were fish below.
I can tell that I'm very near the edge of some kind of prophetic breakthrough.
I will say though I feel that I have a tall order to fill to one up my entries from the last time I was here.
Looking forward to writing again soon,
A Pink American
Saturday
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