I share monthly-ish stories about people and places across India and the US — add your email below, and I’d love to write to you. Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in my thoughts any occurrence of special good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. I am glad to the brink of fear. —
a perfect exhilaration
a perfect exhilaration
a perfect exhilaration
I share monthly-ish stories about people and places across India and the US — add your email below, and I’d love to write to you. Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in my thoughts any occurrence of special good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. I am glad to the brink of fear. —