Darjeeling, India; by Steve McCurry “We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over; so in a series of kindnesses there is at last one which make
…and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again, yes. And then he asked me would I, yes…and first I put my arms around him, yes. And drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume, yes. And his heart was going like mad and ye