About twenty minutes later, Glenn, whom I used to walk to nursery school, drives up with graying hairline receeding. We exchange greetings, then I follow his car, until a mammoth truck swings in between us, after which I am tailing a similar car that turns into the parking lot of a Thai restaurant. Out steps a young Asian man, wondering why I was following him.
Tired, thirsty, hungry, lost in the maze of an unfamiliar city; with patience, Helpers appear, and none too soon,
in the house of Brahma, Nature is inert, and cannot dance until Shiva wills it: He rises from His rapture, and dancing sends through enert matter pulsing waves of awakening sound, and lo! I am cool in Glenn's apartment.
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