Desert rain; bewitched river5 min read 03 Oct 2015, 12:07 AM IST
Watersheds in the Thar to a forest buried under a forest, journeys across landscapes yields wonders
The bus is crowded with colour: pink-and-tangerine ghagras (skirt) and maroon-and-sunshine safas (turbans), wide-eyed children with silver amulets and sandy hair, brown wicker baskets and bright neon bags. And music: lost love, a prodigal son, a wife far away. All belted out in a nasal high-pitched voice, played too loud on a crackling sound system. We bump and sway, as if with the rhythm, along a thin straight desert road that stretches and fades into shimmering haze.
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