The sky of the chest

हृदय आकाश : छत से दिखता है, शहर सफेद रूमाल सा फैला हुआ है, उसपर यह नीला रुमाल का हवा में हिलता, खुद उड़ने को झटपटाता गुंबज यहाँ कौन नहीं उड़ता दिखता है, कभी तुकाराम तो यहाँ मेनका, पौराणिक विमान तो मोहम्मद का घोड़ा. यह जो हवा का ज़ोर है, सैगल का गाना है, गाने भर तक सब उड़ते रहेंगे, फिर..

is the theatre for a short that plays again and again The nymph flew away

is the vault where the first feeling resonates in the heart of the person who wants to create, but is able to be quiet. The feeling hits like a sound in this cavity, she feels it like a pain, the resonance in that vault and tries to overcome it with making something. If a film maker, he lets the resonance create a projection on the soft wall of his mann. "Like on a screen".

So we met Atpatesvar today, at least that is what he called himself, lying on his side like Vishnu, looking up with bright eyes and a question in them. He makes films, he says.

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the flying year 1880