These were the spirited bunch I encountered in Shilparamam that sunny morning. It could be a chore to be asked to take pictures of them every few steps you walked. However, it was a joy to share in their youthful exuberance and boundless enthusiasm for the morning.
I never asked for their names, nor from which school they came from. This was a chance meeting of travelers. I wish them well, and perhaps in this vast public web, these pictures will find their way back to their subjects.
There is no peace and joy like knowing you are in the right coordinates of eternity. There is nothing quite as dreadful as knowing you are out of step with the dance of flames and ashes.
The womb will never hold you forever, but each in its time must come out alive or stillborn. When the time comes, one needs to rise to paths defined.
1 comment:
yes...what you said is correct...these pictures will find their way back to their subjects.
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