. . . Nasik Dinner .
. A river flows alongside. Some men go naked with bodies covered in ashes
to bathe. Some pray all day. Baba's buddy and I make trips begging from
the street vendors and market folks, come back with rice, lentils, greens,
tea - then Baba cooks our meal. At dusk young professionals from town come
out to chat, bringing hashish to share. The sidewalk is hard, and especially
cold just before dawn, but I sleep. .