Recent Musings. . .

I have dreamed about India ever since my first subscription to National Geographic when I was about 5 (a magazine that provided every kid in my generation a sense of the wider world)…in my dreams my best friend is a tiger, I have screeching monkeys playing with my hair, I ride in a little carved house on top of an elephant, wear draped golden fabric, and have any number of saffron colored fruits at hand. (My sister actually just returned from India, and despite my fantasies about monekys, apparently they ripped her jeans and tried to tear off her face. Oh well. Next thing I’ll hear will probably be that tigers don’t like to be petted.) I’ve imagined being invited to an Indian wedding, and while helping mash tamarinds for drinks, I am given a perfect ruby to put in my bellybutton. This will probably all never happen, right? Not sure I can bear the thought of dreaming for so long about something so unattainable, but I remind myself that that’s the point of such dreams. 

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