sitting a top a bench, facing hapgar's tomb-- a mini Taj Mahal.
the breeze is just such, as i watch tour groups come in and go out. birds sing songs, and yes, this is what i had imagined india to be.
there was a faint familiarity already with this country-- no surprise to see the women in their saris, men in khakis and sandals. even the poverty is to be expected.
-later-
from chicago to chennai: policymaking on a backpacker's budget.
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