I picked my way gingerly, dodging the still cool evidence of the monsoon showers Hitching my skirt up, no glance to spare for the faces I had come looking for. A naked toddler stumbled, carried by the inertia of his steps, Curious, towards a pair of pigeons pecking intently At the leftover of the street kids who live on crumbs. My mind caught in the ‘simplicity’ of the moment, Perhaps should capture it for my ‘experimental travelogue’. Eyes traveled down the curves towards that most endearing part of the human body And, arrested there, at his now not so endearing bottom An immediate sidestep, I danced a tango with the still warm evidence of his effluence Eyes snapped back to the ground Jumped over the pools and rushed towards the parking lot All but fell into the airconditioned interior As if sucked in by the vacuum created by the difference in temperature Sitting back and rolling my tinted windows up I sighed and looked out affectionately at the poetic beauty that had beckoned me here...