“A Naked Parade”
“A row of antique-looking carriages, pulled by single horses, stood off to the side of the road. One horse had a black feedbag attached to its muzzle. A couple of pedicabs, one advertising the local gondola service, kept on the lookout for passengers. Suddenly, Ashok stopped the car, and Theo followed his line of sight. Coming down a side road, in a naked parade, marched a group of sadhus wearing only loincloths. The men, whose skin color graded from black bean to dark taupe to raw umber, sported leis of orange marigolds around their necks. One had the hair of a Rastafarian; another, the slightly shaggy cut of a 70s disco dancer. One fellow showed a bald head and a face encircled by a forked growth of yellow-white beard. A couple of the paraders were emaciated, and several looked like they had only recently left their business suits behind. Ashok began to laugh. Again, Theo looked where the driver looked. It proved to be one of those moments of synchronicity that serve to prove nature’s piquant sense of humor: right above the naked men sat a hoarding diptych advertising men’s underwear. On one panel, a muscled man posed in only boxers, and, in the other, in only briefs.” (from “The Whisper of a Saint”)