A huge rock outcropping between two high rises in Powai, Mumbai. I don’t think they’ll be building there for a while. Note the ever-present Mumbai rickshaw. It’s just, well, ever-present.
I screwed up.. Really I did. I left my camera in the apartment. The plan was to take photos of my day and write about them. I was so exhausted that first few hours on Indian soil that I even forgot I had a phone camera. I ended the day with a picture of a rock and a haircut’s before and after. I promise I’ll do better next time.
Dawn broke cool, breezy, cleansing somehow through the pervasive dusty haze . A curious Mumbai crow, glossy black and deep blue, sat on the iron railing of the the window frame. I lay in bed watching it (him/her? How do you sex a crow?) as it watched me, head turning this way and that in that strange jerking motion common to all birds, the organic stepper motors kicking in as presumably instinct or desire attracted a look in a different direction. I looked at its head and wondered about its peripheral vision, the eyes being set on either side so widely. It was a strange communion, my sleepy gaze and the sinister stare of this half pound scavenger. I got out of bed and it hopped to a higher railing, doing a sort of feng shui defensive dance swiveling to the open sky behind. Every now and again an ant ran across the window sill and opening that black shiny scimitar of a beak, the crow would devour it like a tapas snack. After a few of these morsels, the crow yawned; I did too. We were obviously tired of each other. It flew off and I stumbled into the shower to drive me into a semblance of wakefulness. Good morning Mumbai!
Refreshed somewhat and hungry, I went off in search of my own tapas.