Rain. Tram. Calcutta. About the rest, I must write.
My man! To live that way and think good of it decades later.Vellore comes to mind.
Sauti Sol for tonight.Isukuti and Nairobi… on my mind!
Followed like Pied Piper’s rat. Dar Es Salam
Border crossing. Among the first on this continent. ‘No Indian crossed over here for touring’. Either side, Murisanga! , as they’d in Kinyarwanda.
Morning city. Nippy weather. The quiet is soothing. As though God muted India’s volume on the planet.
‘Mistah, I am hungry.’
Kigali night flows in through all the windows. First impressions.