a noisy cricket match
into a bus with a funky geometric floor
out a dinky airplane
into a city more tibet than india
with a quirky restaurant
and lovely tibetan thenthuk with a book
to a silent forest
and a whispery ashram where i could take no pictures but made many doodles (coming up)
to a music-filled house
to a perfect, silent train journey into the desert
straight on to a chaotic film set
and back to the city
to familiar things, both sad and funny
and barely a week later, i've already booked my tickets to go back to the ashram
and do it all over again next month
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