hyderabad and how

fear of the fever
fever, hot and cold
harsh sun, pouring rain
liquid intake, fluid state
five days gone up in smoke
disagreement, distress
discomfort, disregard
say nightmare and
we can laugh at a joke


where to begin on the insane hyderabad getaway. at a ripe old age of 26+ to call it insane would be a disservice to me and my friends all of whom can vouch for our commitment to a wholesome experience.
but when the telengana farmer led us to his hut for what we anticipated was tari only to come out with the flowing dhoti of a second back rolled up into a mean loin cloth which as it turned out was the preliminary to him clambering up a taal tree to fetch with a beaming face for some overwhelmed cosmos what he promised was the plantation's finest, you know you have to go on all along for quite a long while to even begin to sum up the weekend.
throw in whispering valley and roaring rain and homeless falling back on banjara hills and all contradictions and all opposites feel the same.
i can just begin to imagine why some people find jumping off airplanes, cliffs and buildings and the scaling of mountains and peaks, not to mention skidding off ramps, hills and highways exciting.

a,a,a,a,b,b and the gang yay
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