Right. I was typing up a post detailing a certain story idea I thought I’d never turn into an actual story because it’s in a genre I normally don’t write in, when I suddenly realized, just before hitting Publish, that it might probably be worth a try.
Sorry, folks. Here’s a few slices-of-life from my trip to India to make up for luring you in, sort of.
On the road from Jaipur and out of the Triangle:
On a jeep in the Bishnoi village:
In a market in Jodhpur:
In between carriages on the train from Mumbai to Aurangabad:
And while I’m at it, my Boris Yeltsin water bottle: