Woke up early to be picked up at 6 which actually turned out to be closer to 6:30. Having hardly slept the night before terrified that the activist would be picking me up on a motorbike or scooter. I sat listening on the stair as Trivandrum slowly became awake. The birds slowly started singing as soon as dawn broke, chiming in with the distant honking of rickshaws.
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Tuesday, February 1, 2011
4 am
At night, I often lie awake in the early morning hours, my body haunted by past lunchtimes. Under the whirl of the fan my hair scatters across my shoulders like scurrying animals and I pass hours drifting in and out of fitful slumber. The heat of the day soaked heavily into the evening air. Sometimes on the hottest days my body scatters rashes where it contacts each other and I lie through the night vulnerably with arms and legs spread widely on top of my sheets.
This is often when nothing can silence my thoughts. My body tired from hours of twisting and walking. My normal lullabies unappealing in the quiet early hours. Instead I lie in heat and silence thinking about monks and worshippers. Chanting their prayers and lighting incense. I think about that powerful devotion that pulls them from slumber.
I lie tangled in thoughts of you until the goosebumps rise on my body.
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This is often when nothing can silence my thoughts. My body tired from hours of twisting and walking. My normal lullabies unappealing in the quiet early hours. Instead I lie in heat and silence thinking about monks and worshippers. Chanting their prayers and lighting incense. I think about that powerful devotion that pulls them from slumber.
I lie tangled in thoughts of you until the goosebumps rise on my body.
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