walking in New York

Walking makes me feel like a mystical explorer with a restless yearning for the unknown. Somewhat like my ancestor, Bandagi Shah Jamal, a Sufi migrant who came across Syria, Iraq, Afghanistan, past the valley of Indus into the northern plains of Hindustan. He walked with his brother, Kamal, and other itinerant ascetics into the times of Akbar; finally choosing the meandering riverbanks of Benares as his resting place.          


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