8 miles up and down the rail trail this morning in high humidity. The cyclists speed by.
Peter and I had bought bikes in Rajasthan as well as one for Nawal Singh, our companion. Nawal Singh named the bikes for the great trains that crossed the Indian Sub continent. Peter's was Mail and mine was Urti Rani (the Flying Queen). Once he took us out through the desert on our bikes to his ancestral home where the Rajput head of the large extended family lived in an ancient medieval castle surrounded by a high wall. A carriage hung from the rafters high above the entrance. I remember meeting this interesting man, who was now the Block Development Officer, on the second level of the castle. By now, it was dark and he sat behind a desk reading about the psychic, Jean Dixon, in a Reader's Digest by kerosene lantern. After our visit, we slept on a clean straw bed on the first level.
I have a bike now. It's name is Urti Rani.
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