finally woken

while munching on an aaloo parantha dipped in yogurt, my eyes come to rest on the TV, with bollywood stars dancing to rhythmic tunes, and headlines being flashed as footnotes- results of the US elections coming in.

I am at the Jaipur bus station waiting for a bus to Jodhpur. I survey the little room for a sign of any fellow american, who would want to celebrate. but I am their only customer at 11 AM in the morning.
so I dial my go-to girl's number in SF. little surprise when she takes the call with a noisy crowd behind her. everyones watching history in the making and drinking, welcoming the winds of change.

I, too, raise my masala chai and whisper, "Obama's America'..