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Moon Reflections on the Ganga

  And the last puff of the day wind brought from the unseen villages, the scent of damp wood-smoke, hot cakes, dripping undergrowth and rotting pine cones. That is the true smell of the Himalayas, and if once it creeps … Continue reading

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Evening meditations

Remembering Rumi, sitting by the Ganga, Rishikesh. May 2006 •        I am the dust in the sunlight, I am the ball in the sun •        I am the mist of morning, the breath of evening •        I am the spark … Continue reading

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