I gave Amin a list of places I wanted to visit. He looked and said. “This place is very far. It’s an hour outside of Pune. Do you want to go?”
We headed off to Dehu to visit the Sant Tukeram Temple.
Sometimes you need to close your eyes when driving in a rickshaw in the city; the narrow misses can be heart-stopping. Once you are on the highway, a rickshaw is a peaceful place. The lack of doors brings an openness not afforded in cars, you can connect with people next to you when the traffic slows, brief conversations can be had with families on motorcycles, food can be purchased, photos can be taken. I think I want a rickshaw.
My driver went to park and I went into the temple. It’s not the temple I had expected to visit. This was a small, intimate temple along the river crowded with people.
When I came out I didn’t see my driver so I took a walk along the river. I watched people washing their clothes, took photos, made small talk with my 10 words of Hindi.
We laughed, I was decorated with a tilak, and finally wandered back to where I last saw my driver. He was pacing back and forth looking a little panicked, “I thought I lost you”, he said.