As I lock my eyes with the boys' whose cart our car over takes, I wonder what he feels. Both our fathers are looking ahead and driving whatever is in our hands - our car, their donkey. My dad's steering wheel, and his dad's lathi. I feel connected to him for just that very moment. I have never locked eyes with the passengers of a land cruiser. They don't look anywhere but ahead. Or maybe their car is too high for me to be able to see into the eyes. I try to think about that as the dusky complexion of the boys' skin resonates with mine in the afternoon sun. It doesn't matter what we ride on to fulfill our lives and our hearts - car, donkey cart, motor bike, land cruiser. Understanding then that the dust that disperses under the hooves of the donkey and tires of our car is what we all will eventually become.
