The longest stretch I've walked...
The one odd mile leading up to Haji Ali was probably the longest to endure.
The sights so heartrenching and the smells so excruciatingly painful.
I remember walking up there with the girls. Suddenly along that stretch I was all alone. The beggars were gawking at me, the lepers trying to nab my ankles. I still oftentimes wake up in a cold sweat just remembering the experience.
And suddenly in a flash how everything turned beautiful once I stepped onto the courtyard of Haji Ali's Dargah.
How can two worlds exist in one single continuum? I will never understand.
In my 4yrs in Bombay or the many stray trips back, I never had the guts to walk up that stretch. Never. Even knowing the sakoon of visiting Baba Haji Ali.
-the convenience of this contraption called Kindle Fire limits my ability to stay true to this language I'm so fond of! Treat this and other 'mobile' blogs as a crude expression of some idea that couldn't wait.
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