as i was packing up, these guys stood silently and watched.

i knocked my gloves from my seat and they were swiftly swept across the lot into a nearby trash fire.

though they recently lost their status as a national party, the marxist branch of the communist party is still strong in kerala.

what’s mine is yours.

as the road wound up the mountains, the flat familiar carriageways of tamil nadu gave way to lush, rolling hills of manicured tea and spice
plantations.

a fragrant oasis.

and i rolled into another city at night in a state of utter confusion.