Udaipur, Rajasthan 2008
I rode a bay mare called Rama with a white spot on her forehead.
Dinesh kept telling me to shorten the reins, but I ignored him. The horse rose up in waves under me, growing stronger and stronger, her curled ears turning back and forth like wings. I didn’t understand that she wanted to be collected. I was not connected to her. Until we came to the open land under the mountains, when he told me again, impatient. My mare was trying to overtake his. I was no longer riding well. For one moment under the mountain, I had that familiar feeling of being cast out, alienated, unable to accomplish what I had set out to do. Then I took up the reins and tried again. The mare came under me; she gave me her power. We joined forces. We went thundering across the ochre dust. I held her strength in my hands, singing the words that Dinesh had taught me, ‘baugh! baugh!’ Faster, faster! Read more