Difference between revisions of "The gate of alchemy"
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| + | the sun is jumping off the polished surfaces of the shaving mirrors lined on the street side, and slapping potential customers on their faces. Who would want to be a customer then?! I feel like asking the sellers whose faces are a dark concealed by this bright light everywhere. | ||
| + | then a large dark shadow like form begins to fill in all those mirrors, it is a cart, a wooden cart, the one my people hope to see when they come to this land, the one painted in water colours, with washes of light through the trees.. [[what is on the cart]] is not so clear, it is some bulky material covered with a cloth. is there a man in there, yes there is, some form, of human size, moving. I catch M's arm. M turns and gives his signature childlike smile with its gentle enquiry.. | ||
| + | there is something projecting out of the cloth- an accordion.. a music suddenly takes the air and i ask M excitedly, you think this is some local performance under the cloth, on a moving bullock cart? | ||
| + | [[The story of Panditji. Kamal Swaroop]] | ||
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Latest revision as of 08:31, 9 May 2015
the sun is jumping off the polished surfaces of the shaving mirrors lined on the street side, and slapping potential customers on their faces. Who would want to be a customer then?! I feel like asking the sellers whose faces are a dark concealed by this bright light everywhere. then a large dark shadow like form begins to fill in all those mirrors, it is a cart, a wooden cart, the one my people hope to see when they come to this land, the one painted in water colours, with washes of light through the trees.. what is on the cart is not so clear, it is some bulky material covered with a cloth. is there a man in there, yes there is, some form, of human size, moving. I catch M's arm. M turns and gives his signature childlike smile with its gentle enquiry.. there is something projecting out of the cloth- an accordion.. a music suddenly takes the air and i ask M excitedly, you think this is some local performance under the cloth, on a moving bullock cart?
