020. I don’t see any street names. Instead I just aimlessly wander the narrow, twisting streets.
These streets are chaotically mesmerizing! They are full of life. Sick life. Angry life. Content life. Trashed Life. Beautiful Life. And animal life.
A peculiar order exists despite the apparent disarray. I can sense this, but to date, I still don’t understand how it works.
And then I see Rambo Men’s Wear and it all becomes clear. You have to be a gun totting well dressed American hero to fully understand India.
I take a moment to contemplate joining an elite combat arms unit. My contemplation is rudely interrupted.
Two donkeys, in love, strut through the street. There is no hiding this supreme love. The male tries to mount the female. The female, temporarily convinced he’s not the one, rushes off. The unrequited lover pursues.
Success? Yes!
Lovers dance in the middle of the street, obstructing traffic.
I laugh. And this time others join me.
Love IS the international language, isn’t it?
Donkey love? ha.
Love by any other name is just as as sweet. hee.
I’m offended. Where’s the Rambo female wear?
I’m moving to India to give women a voice, and a Gun.
Naturally, I had hoped for something sordid. But, in a pinch, sweet donkey love will do. Ummm, so long as it’s between donkeys.
Dammit, now I’ve gone and made myself out to be a pervert.
I applaud you for keeping your sense of humour – most would lose it in the initial stages of their time in India!
I saw that in DC just yesterday! What a crazy sight!
(Okay, no, not really. I totally can’t understand what you’re seeing right about now.)
Is that the first Rambo Men’s Wear or just a crappy sequel?