Well, I could do a jet lagged moan with my luggage lost at Heathrow when my plane to Manchester got cancelled after the plane (thankfully not mine)crashed on the runway but I feel too relieved to be safely home.
I was so amazed to discover cows wandering around Bangalore as if they owned the place that I wrote a poem:
You weren't troubled by the traffic
But I was
They see you as sacred
But cars are not respectful of my being
You walked on unhurried
I ran for my life
You remind me of my divinity
My inner light
My need to uphold the best in me
And not the beast in me.
I'm going to lie down now!
Best to all,
Bill no longer on rickshaw!
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