At another corner, the grounds seemed like a different place. I was suddenly transported to some remote desert with sparse vegetation and few inhabitants. There was a vendor selling colorful Rajasthani dolls. Some of them were hanging down the branches of the tree. I shiver at the thought of witches using dolls to use on enemies. I was a visitor, and I wanted to impart that. When you're all alone, funny thoughts sometimes cross your mind. The lady vendor was sitting down the dusty ground, gazing at me with curious eyes. I smiled in spite of myself, for what could be a more perfect, albeit impersonal greeting than such. But no, I'm not buying dolls.
I moved away from the stalls, turning towards the top of a wall. From there, another sprawl of the blue city down below was visible. I was 400 feet above this sprinkling of blues, yet the sky had a similar hue hanging over me like a blanket of warmth.