Hello Rit𐤀
Hey, Hey, Hey!
its been a week since I left France.
Fells longer.
I will send you photos and things related to India on email, and of course we can always text each other.
I think this website will be a place for more abstract communication.
not send-reply kind of.
I think a lot about the stories you told me about mailing people and waiting for response.
not knowing if you will ever receive letter back, looking for people of your kind.
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In the festival I was sitting each day around 6 hours and I was singing peoples wishes.
some came and ask for peace,
some wanted fulfillnes.
some asked for money,
for love. for art. for traveling.
in the very lest session after almost 18 hours I also had a wish.
it was:
הלוואי ואמצא מישהו כמוני
short story for you:
The Door was half open, so I got in. This is what I do with half open doors.
I didn’t saw anyone, so I stayed. Leaving the door as it is.
I waited to the one who left it open. Who leave a half open door?!
Doors should be closed or open!
I did a tour in the house.
The stairs didn’t have any dust
All of the dishes was clean
And the kitchen floor was washed (except of few steps marks, probably made by me)
On a long wooden desk there was a bag with some traditional treats,
I assumed it was for me, so I ate it.
It was a bit too sweet but tasty.
The floor squeaked a melody with every step I made,
When I walk fast, it accelerate . If I walk slow, it slows down.
I’m sitting next to the long table from before,
On the floor there is a metal box full of symbols of old gods,
I touched it with my foot for a second, she melted.
Was it too much?
I’m looking from the window and I see the trees start moving.
Wind has arrived.
The door will not stay half open for long time.
Should I stay inside and get locked? Or walk out and let it closed after me?