November 12, 2017 India
As my time comes nigh to end in India and I await a meeting with a creative stranger, their is a push all around from traffic and pedestrians all enclosed in the blanket of smog. But yet with all this a young man and woman on a motorcycle await the turn of the lights for a mad rush through the intersection and down the streets, giving her but a bit of time, to lovingly and reassuringly rest her head upon his shoulder, a sanctuary.
