Warning against an incoming... danger?

Later, I even learnt to carry some Parle-G on me.

We travel the road with each other now.

The night falls into the depths of your dreams.

8. Outside our respective apartments are packs of dogs that look after us (and are looked after by us). Amongst the pack are three dogs – one black and two brown. Over time, the ‘chocolate sandwiches’ (as we lovingly call them) began recognising us from afar. They would wait for our scooter and as we approached the street begin running along. In their excitement, they'd run into each other, squishing the chocolate between the brown bread.

We found this territorial division to be an interesting correlation with our research of the 'inside-outside'.

After a couple of minutes they go back.