|computer, brown bread bakery, varanasi, march 2012|
he was typing. looked on and off up. checked the room. he was actually a waitress. one of them who is working at the german bakery and restaurant in varanasi.
i got to know him a day before. or two. when i was invited to the hostel, their hostel. to sit on top of the roof top with them, to have a chai.
he read out of my hand.
today he was typing on his computer. the service was slow. very calm mood. i took images, for a project, from him, from the guest.
he said to me he was studying astrology. can read out of the hand. i understand.
i went around the table, sat next to him. looked over his shoulders.
it was a childresn computer, a little screen in the the middle of the big creen. a normal keyborard at the bottom. he talked to me, typed the keyboard. words.