A couple months ago while at work, I received an email from my sister with a link to an article about “Monkids.” Intrigued by the title, I opened my browser to a fascinating story about empty nesters who deeply missed their children. As the obvious solution, they adopted monkeys, whom they lovingly refer to as monkids.

how (much betterwetter) can i
aim to want to
please you
picture perfect
you.

Rajastan is the part of India that you see in coloring books. It’s bright and broadly drawn, immediate and jubilant. It’s where florid jungle forests cradle castles built above baby blue lakes and men who are mostly mustached dance on endless, fluffy blankets of crème colored desert. It’s the India with helpful elephants and lonely tiger cubs and monkeys that try to wear your hat. It is the India you want to curl up and snuggle with.

I met Nelly Leano in the copy room at St. Mary’s Catholic Church. She was wearing a matching blue outfit and making lots of copies with the help of Noemi, the Chilean receptionist and general go-to woman. I was making one copy, and eavesdropping, trying to follow their rapid Spanish.

I have a crush on something, but I don’t know what.