it was the last month of two thousand and fourteen, so the sun slept behind the clouds and wind brought goosebumps to my skin under the sweater i wore. as we roamed the gullies of jaisalmer, i was tired yet excited, a wanderlust to explore more and more.
i sat beside this man who smoked a lot and occasionally looked around like he was looking for someone, with a camera of hot pink hung around his neck. curious, i asked for a picture and he solemnly nodded, adjusted his turban, and threw his cigarette away.
i sat beside this man who smoked a lot and occasionally looked around like he was looking for someone, with a camera of hot pink hung around his neck. curious, i asked for a picture and he solemnly nodded, adjusted his turban, and threw his cigarette away.