khuri

March 28, 2009 temporal photo courtesy east med wanderer the desert sunset view was soul-stirring but riding camel back to the dunes was no fun and today was another day from khuri to jaisalmer the diesel jeep chugging along the silvery mirage having spent a night in a hut all alone with dogs barking the desert cold biting shivering, we held hands thinking of Salim Singh ki Haveli the fort and that officially sanctioned licensed shop that sold ganja cookies the surrounding was chimeral air dry as we neared jaisalmer we saw this couple he with handle bar moustaches wrinkled eyes yellow toothed smile sweat glistening on the forehead at the sound of groaning engine she pulled her palloo across her face approached her man and handed him his lunch the smile on his face spelled love in the mid noon sun love people who are in awe of words. words are the sole arbiter and the final survivor. desicritic editor, slave and slave-driver.

Desicritics 2009