Dhanbad, India.
The sun on my face, the warm wind through my hair, the shops, restaurants, boutiques, parlours, shacks, homes, rich people, homeless people, people people whizzing, rushing into broad yellow-orange-red paint strokes.
He was so sweet and attentive and gentlemanly and even cleaned my purse for me when it got dirty.
Also it would be nice if we didn’t almost fall off the bike because a bull suddenly decided that it was the most opportune time to cross the street.
My God, my God! If only I were a nomad!
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Beautiful piece, Bids! I am seeing India through your eyes and loving it. Also, I think we need to have a conversation asap regarding this attractive attentive motorcycle man??