ORPHAN EYES

In the extreme west of India, at the real end of it, close to the Pakistan border, somewhere in Rajasthan, in the middle of the Thar desert, a city pops out off the ground. A golden city, as shinny as the sun itself. It's the marvelous city of Jaisalmer. Not a single city in the world look like this jewel of the desert. The yellowish street are carved in sandstone and many of the houses and temples are finely sculptured. Over my head in one of those golden streets there is an orphanage, and from its window a little kid is looking at me
In the extreme west of India, at the real end of it, close to the Pakistan border, somewhere in Rajasthan, in the middle of the Thar desert, a city pops out off the ground. A golden city, as shinny as the sun itself. It’s the marvelous city of Jaisalmer. Not a single city in the world look like this jewel of the desert. The yellowish street are carved in sandstone and many of the houses and temples are finely sculptured. Over my head in one of those golden streets there is an orphanage, and from its window a little kid is looking at me.