Life is different back home – no elephants in the streets, nor even any dogs, with or without testicles. But, there was a fox limping down the driveway late last night. After all the chaos and events and activity, it is odd to be in such silence. There is, thankfully, a paucity of smells here. Bombay is particularly virulent in that area. That part of it we can all do without.
Started on what might become a book of short stories. 9 erratic stories. I think my dear editor may have meant, and may have preferred 9 erotic stories. Oh well.
And, a few photos of the event in Bombay – yes, it’s the same shirt, and yes, I am aware it is a fashion faux-pas. It’s a good color, however, and it is my friend Sheila’s shirt. So there.