from a distance

I sit on the steps, biting on a sugarcane, waiting for the cultural extravaganza of the evening to begin. I am at the Pushkar Camel Fair in Rajasthan.

a little boy of about 8 comes, sits right next to me- hands on his knees, and, inquisitively, cranes his neck to see what I am so engrossed in.

I glance at him, laugh and straighten up- so he has a clear view and together, with an idle power, we breeze through my memories of Rajasthan in the nikon.

space and distance are like myths here- there is as much distance as there are myths and as less is space in India.

I have learnt to share space, while keeping my own intact. the distance is decreasing.