Mayapura, West Bengal
Morning is Special -- always, especially before the
awakening of the world. In Mayapura
there is no exception to this rule. Humans are visibly few. The chaukidhar (security guard) might also be
asleep.
Walking along the periphery of guest houses another life
becomes prominent. A choir of jackals
fill the ether. Luckily pesky mosquitoes
are not a reality as of yet. The air is
still a trite cool for the little buggers.
Perhaps I shouldn't be so prejudice towards such little entities, bothersome as they are. They are naturally part of the food chain and should probably be given credit.
Speaking of food, its delicious coming from the kitchens of
Mayapura. Too many choices. I confine my palate for noon-time meals only,
which is a tasty kichari (rice and moong dhal beans mixed with a variety of
veggies). Papaya chunks is my only
breakfast.
Health keeps up except for a bad cough. Colds and throat issues are common here. People say it's the dust that clogs the upper
gates of the body.
In the evening the youth organized a spontaneously powerful
presentation of devotion. Kish, of the
popular Mayapuris Bhajan Band, set up a talent show. He had selected artists
like magicians, singers, acrobats, dancers. They were good. When some technical difficulties arose I was
asked to come to the stage to fill up the space (or kill some time). This is not the first time I've been called on
for this service. I started a kirtan or
a choir if you will.
The morning and evening came together with sound. The day
began with jackals and ended with angels. This means that the evening can also be very
special provided all attention is given to the Creator. Yes?
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