In this investiture of fleshly life A soul that is a spark of God survives . And sometimes it breaks through the sordid screen And kindles a fire that makes us half-divine. Savitri, Book 11, Canto V
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Sunday, November 9, 2008

a tree in Sitarampur station

turning to light

"He gazed into the future and the unseen"

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Wish you a happy week-end and a week ahead

Leaving you all by 2115 UP train from Sitarmpur station

Friday, October 31, 2008

tomato whole seller

In my Sitarampur kitchen garden I am harvesting tomatoes. Some are
still green but I think they are ready for salad and for your curry.
I invite you all. It's as good as pumpkins for curries.

brush's own ways

surroundings of Sitarampur

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Let me love

"For God's sake hold your tongue and let me love"

leaves

Leaves are words of a tree-which is soft spoken.
And with these words the tree tells beautiful tales. If you ask me if
I ever heard of any tale-I'll say-no, my dear friend. The birds know
it.
But perhaps I have heard many fantastic tales when the leaves throw
some bizarre tales in a stormy night.
But the trees then are not soft-spoken.