Song of the forest
April 24th 2005 Mist veils the woods and the road. At Sakleshpur, we are suddenly jerked out of alcohol-induced slumber; the Ghats start here. Unable to resume the party, we gaze at the whiteness outside the van. After abrupt turns and altitude change, we are no longer sleepy, but sick.
Slowly, a reassuring green emerges out of the waning white. People have already started their chores. Women and girls return
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