Threads of cotton. Some new event had to happen. A long day in motion. Paris. Not patparganj but Indirapuram came. Maharaj wore mehroon clothes and did not open his eyes till the time food arrived. But by the time food came he had started singing bhajans. It was an auspicious day. Mothers were waiting. They will only feed themselves in the night. After looking at the stars. Rain came. And I left home for many coming days. Advertisements
Day 3 I had been only walking for last two days. But was not really reaching anywhere. At the same time It took two days to understand rials, few words like Susrai and okun. I finally got a red cycle with city tyres. I saw and I kept throwing myself towards cycle eversince I got it, sometimes away, sometimes along the river and towards the country side. I found out about a school there not so far from the siem reap. I met Frank who joked about himself not being abusing boys in school where he teaches English. I met prom at his place after I had finished playing table tennis and lost all the matches to a proud Australian man. I started a conversation with prom on the big yellow couch on culture here and neighborhood. About the government and corruption. But in the middle of it all he started crying. He gave me the number of wortha, who will answer all my questions. Back home children went for an outing at an art …
Sometimes from somewhere a may be comes. Now may be is hope. It is told to you if you can run till a point you might catch what you are seeking. The time is limited. You have no idea of the way. Your resolve at first will be far from achieving it. But in the now you start running. But you realize that light has started getting darker. The steps are uneven. Some slopes. Some roses with thorns of autumn. Some puzzles to make the way interesting. If you then just gain that rhythm of not merely running but enjoying the performance of just being. Using body and mind just as a tool. That when you will even reach. There will be no one to clap. But the rewards are going to be so multiple from all the oxytocin that you created with your thoughts, with your lungs. That whole space will start treating you as you are his own. Quietly.
The most beautiful things in life work and are found in silence. So should be working of our stomach be. It is the home where Shakti resides. Feed her respectfully.
Taking half rest while on a small walk on the Ross Island in the Andmans.