We slept on the floor at Victoria Station, Bombay, br that old gothic, wedding-cake catherdal of a building br from the raj, my friend Adi and I. He'd started crying br br as I'd passed, wearing a Meher Baba button, walking br on the streets of Colaba by the Arabian Sea. Told me br br he'd grown up with Meher Baba's nephews in Pune, br they used to steal the shoes of people br who came for Darshan (Blessing) , that he'd br br become separated by time and his habit, br his heroin habit, that had him on the street. br br He remembered 'B im-Bom-Bay', the Pat Boone br song I sang to him, and I was surprised br it had also been popular over there. br br He was a Parsee, looked like he might have br gone to my high school in America, and then br br been through a few tough years. You know br how you meet someone once in a great while, br and you both feel like you've known one another before. br br In some cases, you may never see one another again, either, br and in this case that was true. My passport had been stolen br as I'd tried to leave the country after my Pilgrimage — br that was the only plausible explanation for its being gone br br when I'd come back to the ticket counter, having walked back br across the terminal to pay the Airport Tax I'd forgotten about. br br br That was an adventure: the thing that gets me br is how unsafe I was, how I survived adventure br after advernture in my youth. Not long after, br br I had a dream I was losing blood, and I knew br if I 'lost' much more vital essense through fooling around, br br I'd be done for. And here I am at 58, br solid as a bank.