Look here, K.
And today I dedicate the Kollisions to M, for her wonderful spirit, for the stories she told me today, for that constant shaking of her ponytail, her ragas, her showdown with a gay Hitler-fanatic, that punchline, the beers at Satya's, remembering Athlete and Trading Air, those moments later at her place listening to the wonderful Kalapini Komkali, her stories in New York, her two weeks of magic, my one week of magic, how cosmically it all came together, one day before I leave for the hills.
