|sent from: Bombay, India. destination: Bournemouth, UK|
Woke up with a hangover, which is impossible because I’ve not had a drop since we arrived in India. Perhaps it was that spicy, spicy kabob, drawing moisture from all parts of my body. My face, too, is crusted over, eyes and ears. I am turning dry and dusty. This is India’s benediction, its promise, to make you a part of the earth, claiming you more day by day.