Inseparable

It was just about one year ago.

I made a promise to myself that I would no longer rush, or hurry, or go at anyone else’s pace.

(It wasn’t my idea).

I was in Delhi, crossing an impossible road, from one unmarked location to a place that appears on no map.

The Western mind cannot conceive of India, as she is simultaneous — all possibilities unfolding at once, in every direction. It is the proof of particle theory and wave theory, laughing jovially at rudimentary physics that drives a scalpel between the matter of the thing and the…