“Did anyone say ‘Thank you’?” The rickshawalla said, navigating tricky traffic....

“When it didn’t rain all these religious folk held prayer meetings, pujas… churches, everywhere… but this year did anyone say ‘Thank you’?”

Know you see why I like using public transport. 

You never quite know what you’ll find.

  

Sometimes, miracles happen.

Sometimes, you get a chance, an outside chance, at a dream. And can barely breathe.

Sometimes, a lot of deadlines rush in at the same time, clamoring for attention, hurtling on your mind with their fists, seeking attention, pushing, shoving, demanding to be heard; dreams are like that.

And you take a deep breath.

Sometimes miracles happen

ok. Ok. A’bad has nicer roads. And lesser crowded buses. Yet.

I still think it was nicer twenty years ago. The roads, not the people. they are the same to same. Uniquely nasty.

I still haven’t gotten over my disapproval at having my requests for directions (in clear Guj.), answered in HINDI. What jokers.

And yes, I'm mad. Every damned second word changed in the tx? What d'you need a translator for?

On Independence Day, a salute.

I ration watching these images to once a week. 
How can ten days make you homesick for a place. How.

Images from the Leh Palace.

A shadow of its past self, like these barely-visible images on the walls

To get the real import, stare, decipher these with care.

Very interesting:

http://www.rinpoche.com/stories/ladakh.htm