notes from the train in pondicherry
“this woman just passed, chanting with a cane and her eyes closed.
i gave her an orange
tapped her arm and she lifted her hand to me as she felt what it was.
she placed it in her bag and took a few more steps, tapped her cane and chanted on.
more people put ruppee notes in her hand.”
her song echoed the aisle way as she blindly walked on
