One night Farouq and me, we'd drunk a lot
of bhang, about enough to get you on first name terms with god, we were ogling women in Naya Bazaar, as I looked at passersby their faces vanished, just disappeared, I could see their souls.
The extremely holy village
of Pushkar is popular with backpackers, especially those willing to trade access to the spiritual aid
of a famous
bhang lassi for any possibility
of finding alcohol or meat.