INDIA . . . 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. .

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