A snip of southern India
March 29th 2005 I can't be certain how many times the telephone rang before my eyes opened and began focusing futilely on the predawn void of the hotel room ceiling...The rude awakening continues in short high pitched bursts prompting my arm into fumbling wantonly for it's source:
'Hello'?
'Your taxi is ready sir.'
'Thank you'.
Tiny radioactive specks of green inform me its ten past five; a time my body clo
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