Last night, I had a dream, a dizzying dream. It was in Deshnoke, you know, the temple of the rats. You had your pink sari, the one in your favorite photograph. You entered the sanctuary, and the rats clung to you, undid your clothes. The first ones began to lick and suck the tips of your breasts. And the others grouped their tails together to push them inside you, way down there, in that hollow between your thighs. And you cried out with pleasure, you gripped the stone columns to hold yourself back, you came like a goddess. And I woke up wanting you so much…