January 1

Screams, a thud - someone's landed on me

Marcus. That's Marcus - I scramble out of the debris

The rickshaw's on its side and there's glass on the road

Ashley's out too, she's gone into full medic mode

Indians arrive from all sides, I'm Ok, I'm OK!

Am I OK? Shaking, I do a quick survey

Tears and laughter and anger and relief

My time, our time, could have been much more brief