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When you rest, you rust.

Dawn 11
12:43 AM
New Delhi

“When you Rest, you Rust.” 

Read this somewhere today. I remembered my father who said, “for an artist resting is changing of attention.”

With a new room, new plants have arrived. Fresher air and a few birds. Nights make you feel about days that sprint by like breathing. Unaware of its passing. There is no time to rest. The battle to the bottom is fierce and when you are at war with oneself, to work for yourself. To be able to stay put just like you had thought. But to work like you have no boss, your find has to be to find a better boss. Do not rest, just sleep for a while. Breathe deep.

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Hello, I am Narayan Kaudinya. I work as a teacher. I make films and photographs. For past 8 years I have been travelling the Indian subcontinent teaching and extensively documenting rural and her communities. Learning and understanding culture, communication and various ways of human mind and body. During one of my travels in the Himalayas, I happened to learn the ancient Yogic way of nerve healing, It has since then helped me generously to enter homes for shelter and food in the night. I come back to Delhi. Here mother and I run a small school for children.

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