I am not an animal person
I am not an animal person. Barking dogs kept me awake at night in Leh.
Jaipur's post-monsoon mosquitoes were the bane of my existence.
We were not amused by our room-mate mouse in Bharatpur
and severely alarmed at the prospect of a 'rat temple' near Bikaner.
That the group was distracted by some birds at the Keoladeo National Bird Sanctuary
is really rather disconcerting to say the least.
Sadly, they haven't yet repaired the windows which broke
when I screamed upon discovering that monkeys had enjoyed my snacks too.
McLeod Ganj is still searching for the cat
which chose the unfortunate location of my sleeping bag for its daily nap.
Dodging an obese cow as I circumambulate the temple of His Holiness the Dalai Lama,
and pondering the law of karma and the principles of reincarnation
I remember that it could have been my mother in previous lives.
Not sure where these thoughts are taking me
and overcome with longing for smoked salmon,
I resolve to enjoy the worldly pleasures that I have been lucky enough to be exposed to with
a new mindfulness and appreciation for what I have.