Jackals Moved Along
Mayapur, West Bengal
Jackals moved along in their smooth trot across the field. Birds were busy
perching those palm trees trying to catch a drop of morning sap for energy.
While walking with two godbrothers we heard the most odd cry from this one
particular tall tree. We were left to speculate as to whether it was one of
those gregarious monkeys you see around here. Being highly camouflaged or
tucked away, it was hard to find the source. We finally concluded that in this
land of wonder, Mayapura, that it could just as well have been the sound of a
sick crow.
A fairly thick mist did set in the morning atmosphere but as usual, Surya, the
sun god, burns through all the moisture, contributing to the dusty nature of
the place.
Another odd thing - my three and a half week of cold, aggravated by weather
fluctuation and dust in the air, appears to be terminating. The cough is almost
nil and phlegm is holding in. I don't want to speak too fast until the darn
thing (cold) is over. I have this particular crazy superstition that if you
conclude something before its time of maturation, you might be setting yourself
up for a surprise.
I should not prematurely conclude anything. I'm not the controller or decision
maker in the big and subtle scheme of things. I'm not God. I'm a tiny part and
parcel of the Supreme. That I feel safe in saying.
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