rustbelter

An older man flies a kite on the Marine Drive boardwalk. To Bombay he has returned, after thirty some odd years in Panama, Miami and, quite naturally, of course, Niles, Illinois.

When I was doing this I asked the taxi guy who was taking us around what he thought of the word ‘fuck’. He didn’t want to say anything at first, but then he admitted that when people get anxious they go, ‘Oh fuck yaa!’ He doesn’t know what it is but he knows some of what it means and what it’s all about.

फक yeah.