Lalou – a short story from India.


In March 2004 I was 25 years old. With not a care in the world, no particular place to be and zero commitments to speak of, I packed up a rucksack and headed off to India. The future lay sparkling and I thought it would last forever.


It was our first day in The Golden City of Jaisalmer and both Allan and I found ourselves immediately reeled in by its magical charms. Set on a ridge of golden sandstone on the edge of The Great Thar Desert, the entire place was like something straight out of a storybook, a giant sandcastle of a town home to a beguiling network of narrow, twisting lanes and finely sculpted buildings.

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