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HansaThapliyal at 09:09, 23 March 2015

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HansaThapliyal at 07:36, 27 December 2012

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HansaThapliyal at 10:51, 16 December 2012

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HansaThapliyal at 10:28, 16 December 2012

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HansaThapliyal at 09:40, 16 December 2012

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HansaThapliyal at 07:29, 16 December 2012

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HansaThapliyal at 07:16, 16 December 2012

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HansaThapliyal at 07:14, 16 December 2012

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HansaThapliyal at 05:28, 16 December 2012

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 I grew up under Trymbakeshvar's large skies. One celestial brush idling over the skies gave birth to my Brahmagiri hills.
 Dada:
-I grew up under Trymbakeshvar's large skies. One celestial brush idling over the skies gave birth to my Brahmagiri hills.

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 Dada:
-I grew up under Trymbakeshvar's large skies. One celestial brush idling over the skies gave birth to my Brahmagiri hills.  (The studio passes by a large tree, Babaraya laughs delighted as some of the branches scratch him, the children rush to the window. Noisy pink mouth are straining out of a crow's house of straw. A squirrel is carrying its bushy train from branch to branch. A bird practices a structured note in three pieces, its small body expanding and contracting like a bellow. The studio passes by the heart of the large tree and suddenly, before them, is the open sky and the flowing line of the Brahmagiri hills.)
+I grew up under Trymbakeshvar's large skies. One celestial brush idling over the skies gave birth to my Brahmagiri hills.
 Dada:
 I grew up under Trymbakeshvar's large skies. One celestial brush idling over the skies gave birth to my Brahmagiri hills.

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 Today Neelkanth took one end of your arm as you were standing at the door. Surprised, not knowing what to do, you had walked him to the gate and back.
-what is thaaat? the little one asks about everything..what are you eaating? he wants to look inside your mouth. i want to seee. he tries to prise open your palm. he struggles out of the leg clasp you hold him in. he smiles and tries to charm you. he fights sleep when he sees the other children still  playing. if mother is kept away for a long time, doing things, he does not simply run up and hug her, he does a merry dance when she returns. he leaves a wet mark on your cheek suddenly returning a kiss.. that wet impression will keep you happy for a long time. when you take a walk with him holding onto the end of your arm, he says things you can hardly hear where you ears are- far above his head. Sometimes you bend down to listen. he talks on, sometimes looking way up at you, sometimes looking away. You ask him an occasional question. he likes to nod his head seriously..look questioning, he wants to be on the same page as you. walking along the path, he wants to look for play, for animals, for a chance to climb up a mound of sand, he pulls at your arm, smiling, inviting you to join him. The restless spot at the end of your arm comes to a stillness like a full stop : he has seen something that has arrested his attention.. could be an older child playing, a man who is bending down to speak to him.
+He had hung onto the end of your arm. You could make out he was saying many things down there, words floated upto you like left over bits of thread at the tailor shop. When you bent low towards him, his small eyebrows went up to see your face enter his skies..
+You also paused then, to just look at your youngest son, a small creature, like a poornaa viraam at the end of your arm, looking up at you. He nodded his head before he even understood your question.
 You were the first in your community to do many things- to sing and act and paint and do theatre. You had to struggle to make a man's enterprise of it.
-Now when there is little to do.. sometimes you watch the children. Baba takes long walks with you and you begin to share some of what you have collected, yoour special many knowledges that the world does not quite know how to value.. to him. you have to fight off a feeling of precariousness.. a feeling you have had before. You know what you have has value, you remember that. WHat you feel unsure of is how it will help your chilld.
+Now when there is little to do.. sometimes you watch the children. Your older son, Babaraya takes long walks with you and you begin to share some of what you have collected, your special many knowledges that the world does not quite know how to value.. with him. You have to fight off a feeling of precariousness.. a feeling you have had before. You know that what you know has value, you remind yourself of that. What you feel unsure of is how it will help your child.
-(The studio passes by a large tree, Babaraya laughs delighted as some of the branches scratch him, the children rush to the window. Noisy pink mouth are straining out of a crow's house of straw. A squirrel is carrying its bushy train from branch to branch. A bird practices a structured note in three pieces, its small body expanding and contracting like a bellow. The studio passes by the heart of the large tree and suddenly, before them, is the open sky and the flowing line of the Brahmagiri hills.)
+(The flying studio passes by a large tree, Babaraya laughs delighted as some of the branches scratch him, the children rush to the window. Noisy pink mouth are straining out of a crow's house of straw. A squirrel is carrying its bushy train from branch to branch. A bird practices a structured note in three pieces, its small body expanding and contracting like a bellow. The studio passes by the heart of the large tree and suddenly, before them, is the open sky and the flowing line of the Brahmagiri hills.)
 Dada:
-I grew up under Trymbakeshvar's large skies. One celestial brush idling over the skies gave birth to my Brahmagiri hills.
+I grew up under Trymbakeshvar's large skies. One celestial brush idling over the skies gave birth to my Brahmagiri hills.  (The studio passes by a large tree, Babaraya laughs delighted as some of the branches scratch him, the children rush to the window. Noisy pink mouth are straining out of a crow's house of straw. A squirrel is carrying its bushy train from branch to branch. A bird practices a structured note in three pieces, its small body expanding and contracting like a bellow. The studio passes by the heart of the large tree and suddenly, before them, is the open sky and the flowing line of the Brahmagiri hills.)
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-notes: what is thaaat? the little one asks about everything..what are you eaating? he wants to look inside your mouth. i want to seee. he tries to prise open your palm. he struggles out of the leg clasp you hold him in. he smiles and tries to charm you. he fights sleep when he sees the other children still  playing. if mother is kept away for a long time, doing things, he does not simply run up and hug her, he does a merry dance when she returns. he leaves a wet mark on your cheek suddenly returning a kiss.. that wet impression will keep you happy for a long time. when you take a walk with him holding onto the end of your arm, he says things you can hardly hear where you ears are- far above his head. Sometimes you bend down to listen. he talks on, sometimes looking way up at you, sometimes looking away. You ask him an occasional question. he likes to nod his head seriously..look questioning, he wants to be on the same page as you. walking along the path, he wants to look for play, for animals, for a chance to climb up a mound of sand, he pulls at your arm, smiling, inviting you to join him. The little fellow at the end of your arm becomes a full stop : he has seen something that has arrested his attention.. could be an older child playing, a man who is bending down to speak to him,
+notes:
-you have been a man for a long time. you worked harder than
+Today Neelkanth took one end of your arm as you were standing at the door. Surprised, not knowing what to do, you had walked him to the gate and back.

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-notes: what is thaaat? the little one asks about everything..what are you eaating? he wants to look inside your mouth. i want to seee. he tries to prise open your palm. he struggles out of the leg clasp you hold him in. he smiles and tries to charm you. he fights sleep when he sees the other children still  playing. if mother is kept away for a long time, doing things, he does not simply run up and hug her, he does a merry dance when she returns. he leaves a wet mark on your cheek suddenly returning a kiss.. that wet impression will keep you happy for a long time. when you take a walk with him holding onto the end of your arm, he says things you can hardly hear where you ears are- far above his head. Sometimes you bend down to listen. he talks on, sometimes looking way up at you, sometimes looking away. You ask him an occasional question. he likes to nod his head seriously..look questioning, he wants to be on the same page as you. walking along the path, he wants to look for play, for animals, for a chance to climb up a mound of sand, he pulls at your arm, smiling, inviting you to join him. The restless point at the end of your arm sometimes becomes a full stop : he has seen something that has arrested his attention.. could be an older child playing, a man who is bending down to speak to him,
+notes: what is thaaat? the little one asks about everything..what are you eaating? he wants to look inside your mouth. i want to seee. he tries to prise open your palm. he struggles out of the leg clasp you hold him in. he smiles and tries to charm you. he fights sleep when he sees the other children still  playing. if mother is kept away for a long time, doing things, he does not simply run up and hug her, he does a merry dance when she returns. he leaves a wet mark on your cheek suddenly returning a kiss.. that wet impression will keep you happy for a long time. when you take a walk with him holding onto the end of your arm, he says things you can hardly hear where you ears are- far above his head. Sometimes you bend down to listen. he talks on, sometimes looking way up at you, sometimes looking away. You ask him an occasional question. he likes to nod his head seriously..look questioning, he wants to be on the same page as you. walking along the path, he wants to look for play, for animals, for a chance to climb up a mound of sand, he pulls at your arm, smiling, inviting you to join him. The little fellow at the end of your arm becomes a full stop : he has seen something that has arrested his attention.. could be an older child playing, a man who is bending down to speak to him,
+you have been a man for a long time. you worked harder than

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	You took to things no one did in your community..painting and dance, printing and theatre and spent the years making it a manly enterprise. These days there is nothing to do. Sometimes you take Babaraya out, walk with him, try to pass on your knowledge. This afternoon, Neelkanth, the little one surprised you by taking your finger in his hand. You walked him then..out across the yard, a little outside the gate.		You took to things no one did in your community..painting and dance, printing and theatre and spent the years making it a manly enterprise. These days there is nothing to do. Sometimes you take Babaraya out, walk with him, try to pass on your knowledge. This afternoon, Neelkanth, the little one surprised you by taking your finger in his hand. You walked him then..out across the yard, a little outside the gate.
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		+	Neelkanth wanders around the older children, around the players, around the workers, trying to inveigle himself into their company..he tries to sit among those who are sitting and charm them with his smiles, he raises his eyebrows and pops his head between two people talking, trying to lead the conversation away to himself like a small but ambitious culvert/diversion alongside a flowing river..

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	notes: what is thaaat? the little one asks about everything..what are you eaating? he wants to look inside your mouth. i want to seee. he tries to prise open your palm. he struggles out of the leg clasp you hold him in. he smiles and tries to charm you. he fights sleep when he sees the other children still playing. if mother is kept away for a long time, doing things, he does not simply run up and hug her, he does a merry dance when she returns. he leaves a wet mark on your cheek suddenly returning a kiss.. that wet impression will keep you happy for a long time. when you take a walk with him holding onto the end of your arm, he says things you can hardly hear where you ears are- far above his head. Sometimes you bend down to listen. he talks on, sometimes looking way up at you, sometimes looking away. You ask him an occasional question. he likes to nod his head seriously..look questioning, he wants to be on the same page as you. walking along the path, he wants to look for play, for animals, for a chance to climb up a mound of sand, he pulls at your arm, smiling, inviting you to join him. The little fellow at the end of your arm becomes a full stop : he has seen something that has arrested his attention.. could be an older child playing, a man who is bending down to speak to him,		notes: what is thaaat? the little one asks about everything..what are you eaating? he wants to look inside your mouth. i want to seee. he tries to prise open your palm. he struggles out of the leg clasp you hold him in. he smiles and tries to charm you. he fights sleep when he sees the other children still playing. if mother is kept away for a long time, doing things, he does not simply run up and hug her, he does a merry dance when she returns. he leaves a wet mark on your cheek suddenly returning a kiss.. that wet impression will keep you happy for a long time. when you take a walk with him holding onto the end of your arm, he says things you can hardly hear where you ears are- far above his head. Sometimes you bend down to listen. he talks on, sometimes looking way up at you, sometimes looking away. You ask him an occasional question. he likes to nod his head seriously..look questioning, he wants to be on the same page as you. walking along the path, he wants to look for play, for animals, for a chance to climb up a mound of sand, he pulls at your arm, smiling, inviting you to join him. The little fellow at the end of your arm becomes a full stop : he has seen something that has arrested his attention.. could be an older child playing, a man who is bending down to speak to him,
		+	You took to things no one did in your community..painting and dance, printing and theatre and spent the years making it a manly enterprise. These days there is nothing to do. Sometimes you take Babaraya out, walk with him, try to pass on your knowledge. This afternoon, the little one surprised you by taking your finger in his hand. You walked him then..out across the yard, a little outside the gate.

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		+	notes: what is thaaat? the little one asks about everything..what are you eaating? he wants to look inside your mouth. i want to seee. he tries to prise open your palm. he struggles out of the leg clasp you hold him in. he smiles and tries to charm you. he fights sleep when he sees the other children still playing. if mother is kept away for a long time, doing things, he does not simply run up and hug her, he does a merry dance when she returns. he leaves a wet mark on your cheek suddenly returning a kiss.. that wet impression will keep you happy for a long time. when you take a walk with him holding onto the end of your arm, he says things you can hardly hear where you ears are- far above his head. Sometimes you bend down to listen. he talks on, sometimes looking way up at you, sometimes looking away. You ask him an occasional question. he likes to nod his head seriously..look questioning, he wants to be on the same page as you. walking along the path, he wants to look for play, for animals, for a chance to climb up a mound of sand, he pulls at your arm, smiling, inviting you to join him. The little fellow at the end of your arm becomes a full stop : he has seen something that has arrested his attention.. could be an older child playing, a man who is bending down to speak to him,