Christkindlesmarkt, Nuremburg, Germany Once upon a snow globe afternoonyou weaved between the streetsbeyond the evergreens. The cool melody of December chimed beneath your feetas you threaded your way into the eveningaccompanied by the blossoming-sweet melody of the...
Wrapped in the fabric of my pink dupatta, Begum Bazaar is the fabled navel in the eye of antiquity. The streets stomach quaintness mutely, like measured gulps of Irani chai. We walk on, moving in a soft-haze of sounds and colors. You propose a game of make-believe. We...
