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It’s amusing to realize hitting it again and again and see the good old fizz. Even after a whopping month of march. Filled with fruits and five hours each day. I breathed for twenty days and one Saturday. And after that losing a lot of accumulated eye I am here in April. Thoughts change overnight. And so they might change again tomorrow, or the next second. So the change is the only common. So much of our time goes in finding the common for u To attach to that one thing or two. The seer, seen, and the sight.
The more you want less you will have, the lesser you want more you will certainly have. That’s as simple as it can get.
He kept looking towards the sky while sailing in the water kept for cows. Big round button like yellow eyes. Chest wide open. His death was so fresh that it looked like he chose it. But why a predator like an owl die like that. Maharaj arrived and it made all sense of its happening. He got a royal burial. Vishwa arrived and exited like wind and the day went summer again. Quiet and sunny. But the train came again after 15 days and it left the desert quietly in the night time to the young river.
Who is observing the observer? Are you in front of the camera or behind the camera ? Or are you the camera ? Do you realize the change Changing? We walked up to the oldest virgin man. The sevak of shiva sitting on a hill humourously. His skin was divided into small numerous lines. Once wrinkles turned into scales made on a snakes skin. But when his touch was as soft as wool. We walked seven steps together and then he sat away from the sun. He only ate once in a day, three spoons of rice may be else it gets stuck in his throat and a lot of water has to be forced into to get the morsels reach stomach. He was the most beautiful thing. It is not that Kali Yuga is bad. But the people who are satya, truthful. Who are one and connected with themselves, the one universal truth, for them it is still the old Yuga working.
World is the child of chaos or so it seems. Maharaj was expecting tea from a strange home when two bulls started sharpening their horns in front of an old white temple when a third one came. Tea was sweet. An old woman bowed to Maharaj and soon all including the bulls started walking in different directions. Jacky the panther roared all day so much that the sound became as usual as of crow’s to ears. I tried looking for him behind the Keekar trees but instead looked into my phone in front of the mountain on a real sun shine winter day. Jheeu came and complained about not getting his gun. I told him to cut some papaya and together we put pomegranate over it. By the time we could finish it Logar came laughing and told us he had fever.