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| − | .. before a tin moon, holding my life's work, Phalke's studio, aloft in his hand. My thirteen year old son, dressed as Hanuman, bears aloft all the stories, past and present, and even the nature of how we will be forgotten or remembered in the days to come. Our lives held in a young palm. Among the deeply etched rivers/shifting rivers, the embankments on that palm, he bears us. | + | .. before a tin moon, suspended from the ceiling, is holding my life's work, Phalke's studio, aloft in his hand. My thirteen year old son, dressed as Hanuman, bears aloft all the stories, past and present, and even the nature of how we will be forgotten or remembered in the days to come. Our lives held in a young palm that was our creation. Among the deeply etched rivers/shifting rivers, the embankments on that palm, he bears us. His eyes still unknowing, he stares at us, like you might into a doll's house. And in response to our child's call for play, Saraswati and I come alive to relive our lives for our children, once again. |
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| + | To many years ago, on the banks of the holy river called Ganga Godavari, which mothers the towns of Trymbakesvar and Nasik. | ||
Revision as of 15:21, 25 June 2009
.. before a tin moon, suspended from the ceiling, is holding my life's work, Phalke's studio, aloft in his hand. My thirteen year old son, dressed as Hanuman, bears aloft all the stories, past and present, and even the nature of how we will be forgotten or remembered in the days to come. Our lives held in a young palm that was our creation. Among the deeply etched rivers/shifting rivers, the embankments on that palm, he bears us. His eyes still unknowing, he stares at us, like you might into a doll's house. And in response to our child's call for play, Saraswati and I come alive to relive our lives for our children, once again.
To many years ago, on the banks of the holy river called Ganga Godavari, which mothers the towns of Trymbakesvar and Nasik.