The blue minarets jut skyward from the mesmeric noises that sing beside

the wind, so fragrant and breathless, wisps through the crumbling air

children play with ancient ladies dressed head to toe in floating colour

laughter envelopes the rhythmic hum of honking and hammers

My feet stay grounded, as if held by an impenetrable magnetic force

my eyes stay fixated, with microcosmic worlds of exchanges and acknowledgements that dart past my view

The gentle air brings nostalgia, an understanding, or respect, of times distant from now

with the exact same truths

Jodhpur, India // 12"11”15


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