The Ego has landed (020213)

Welcomed with street celebrations, trumpets and trombones, the musicians in red, Iranian vibrations from Israeli man with a Saz, Raju and his pearl-like eyes, the way he laughs, Tommy's wagging tail, jumping claws on thighs, rub on the stomach, colour of the sky at night (first time at night), fireworks in the sky while I sip chai with Raju on Shiva-Ganga swing, the water from the tap, Vishwanath and his nonchalance, the look in his eyes as I stare at his green hoody, timelessness and endlessness, uncertainty and impermanence. This is Benaras city. Welcoming you since 2000 BC, seat number 11, room number 11, eleven eleven, twenty-three hundred hours and eleven minutes on the clock.