For now India is my mirror,
reflecting upon me the western culture, I left behind
which shaped all the ways of being, I feel
myself shedding each and every moment
reflecting upon the extremes
between…
Once shadowed by skyscrapers,
my sun now filtered with smog.
The roar of the ocean makes it difficult to recall
feelings I‘ve had negotiating Times Square traffic
on a bike.
The man in the elevator…