a scanner in the works... 7

the banyan tree at the end of the main street in chapora... 

a few years before i'd arrived here in the early hours of the morning, hopes of a room for the night reliant upon a friend having read her emails ... standing by the tree in the village quiet, watching a clutch of motorbikes breaking the dark, the offer of a floor to dump my rucksack on and then off into the night... another of those places where thoughts of return are consumed by memory, postponed by the collision of what was and what is...