Mayapura,
West Bengal
Under The Trees
Before
sunrise, the trees shed tears of dew. They, and all other vegetation, accept a
bath from the moon’s rays. Frenzy-like birds flit about from branches to ground
to rooftops and out over the Ganges. Many varieties of them take to the freedom
of the skies.
The
boys and I took to a trail between the fields and arrived at Vaikuntanath’s, a
bead salesman. He’s approaching eighty soon. He welcomed us with no lack of
hospitality. As is expected, happily we chanted in their crammed but cozy
living space. For that, our reward was a mini-breakfast with date ras to top it off. This drink is the sap
of the trees, and most of the men with me had not experienced lips to the
ambrosial nectar. It was divine. https://instagram.com/p/BesVy4WFXyo/
At
least it fuelled me for a special engagement. This time, the girls’ division of
the SMIS school hosted myself and brahmachari assistant, Karuna Sindhu, for a
theatre workshop. Yes, the girls are preparing two dramas for upcoming
festivities and their teachers are saying they lack confidence.
“Okay,
so I’ll do some warm-up exercises with them,” I expressed to Ajaya, the
principal. It went well.
In
addition to the time with the younger sector, I continually bump into
peers—sannyasis (monks), godbrothers, and sisters. And let’s not forget the
interaction with local pilgrims who come in the thousands everyday.
May
the Source be with you!
6 km
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