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The crowd carried me up and in, but the Meehans didn't make it, they were lost at the perimeter waving plaintively at me, so I fought my way off, and we watched the bus depart. It looked like a rootbound pot, legs and arms and heads sticking out of windows, people waving from the roof. " We wandered forlornly out of the station and met a man leaning against the hood of a taxi, arms crossed, as if he'd been watching our pathetic efforts. Ten minutes later we'd settled on eighteen dollars for the three of us and piled in.
How much do you earn? Do you own a house? A car? Are you married? Why not? Daulat was unfailingly gracious, but I had the feeling that I was permitted to live only because of his mood. The day I told Daulat I would be leaving and heading for Diu, he insisted I take the bus. "The train will be more comfortable," I said. It had been a wonderful discovery to find that there was a train station here in Jaisalmer. "No," said Daulat. "Bus is comfortable. And faster. " "I took the bus out here. " To Daulat, apparently, there could be no more incontrovertible reason than this.
I pedalled a bike through Diu's high-walled streets on out through the city gate. The road was slender and sandy, and I passed through the speckled shade of tamarinds. To my right lay salt pans, to my left the village of Fudam and its church tower. Dogs howled as I rode up, and pigeons flapped as I entered the church. The birds resettled, but the stirred dust 53 G R A N T BUDAY hung like centuries-old incense. Approaching the Madonna, I discovered she'd undergone a transformation: a bhindi on her forehead, her hair resculpted into a topknot, and her neck garlanded with marigolds.