Ешь, молись, люби

Chapter 51

           Richardisusuallytherewaitingforme,readytostartlaughing.Healwaysteasesmewiththesamelinewhenheseesmyconfoundedandexhaustedface:"Thinkyou’lleveramounttoanything,Groceries?"

           Butthismorninginmeditation,afterIheardthelionroarYOUHAVENOIDEAHOWSTRONGMYLOVEIS,Icameoutofthatmeditationcavelikeawarriorqueen.Richarddidn’tevenhavetimetoaskifIthoughtI’deveramounttoanythinginthislifebeforeIlookedhimeyetoeyeandsaid,"Ialreadyhave,mister."

           "Checkyouout,"Richardsaid."Thisiscauseforcelebration.Comeon,kiddo-I’lltakeyouintotown,buyyouaThumbs-Up."

           Thumbs-UpisanIndiansoftdrink,sortoflikeCoca-Cola,butwithaboutninetimesthecornsyrupandtriplethatofcaffeine.Ithinkitmighthavemethamphetaminesinit,too.Itmakesmeseedouble.Afewtimesaweek,RichardandIwanderintotownandshareonesmallbottleofThumbs-Up-aradicalexperienceafterthepurityofvegetarianAshramfood-alwaysbeingcarefulnottoactuallytouchthebottlewithourlips.Richard’sruleabouttravelinginIndiaisasoundone:"Don’ttouchanythingbutyourself."(And,yes,thatwasalsoatentativetitleforthisbook.)

           Wehaveourfavoritevisitsintown,alwaysstoppingtopayrespectstothetemple,andtosayhellotoMr.Panicar,thetailor,whoshakesourhandsandsays,"Congratulationstomeetyou!"everytime.

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