Tragicomedia’s narrative is compelling and beautiful. I am not a big non-fiction reader, but I couldn’t stop reading this! And the pictures are haunting and mysterious. I was so moved by this post–by the imagery in the prose and the photographs–that I had to share.
It is not especially easy to find cigarette papers in India. This first became apparent in Jaipur, when I wanted to roll up a little something. I had just returned from ten days travelling around Rajasthan and my contact, Sunny, had been kind enough to donate a small rock of hashish. I crossed the street that afternoon to the local general store near my hotel, which sold cigarettes, assuming they would also sell papers. Yet, when I inquired of the man behind the counter, I was told otherwise. Baffled but by no means thrown, I walked around the corner where there were two small, free-standing booths which also sold cigarettes and chewing tobacco.
“Do you sell cigarette papers?” I asked.
“No, sir,” said the vendor. “Up the road. Near the roundabout.”
“And the other guy?” I asked, pointing to the other booth.
“No, sir. Roundabout.”
He pointed up the street.
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Amazing photos!
yes, aren’t they? Wish I took photos like this and the narrative is great as well.