Chapter 11 On The Bus Part 1 The Front      “Chelo! Chelo! Chelo!” Cried the riders as the bus driver stared blankly out the front window. Translation: “Let’s Go! Let’s Go! Let’s Go!” they said, in intermittent bursts, as the bus continued to sit in the dusty bus station, late as usual.      I felt [...]

These are photographs that do not fit in with my written stories in India. Today there are three: A call for less urinals. A sign with a beautiful thought, but missing a dictionary. And finally, the inside of a typical bus. With gods sitting just above the driver. Happily the gods smiled on me while [...]

In December of 2009 I spent six days wandering about London, just looking around with my camera. Hidden underground, at the Hyde Park Corner station, is the simple and typical red, blue and white circle and rectangle that symbolizes all that is the London Underground. Standing on a corner, watching the world flow by at [...]

Chapter 2 Movement Part 4 Not a Nod, and Not a Shake      The bus rolled into the dusty town of Fardapur. We stopped on the brown main street, and I sat and stared out the window. This was the town nearest the Ajanta Caves, so up ahead there should be some sort of turn [...]

Chapter 2 Movement Part 3 The Bus      It was early afternoon when I arrived at the bus station. It was a brown dusty field surrounded by a tall gray masonry wall. In the center were gray concrete platforms, a few dilapidated buses and a small plain building. The ticket window on the side of [...]