Living with Art – A Home in rural Rajasthan

Each little time I think I’ve had enough of you my India, there’s a new page : a new little lane back of someplace beyond this eye : a coir cot sunbathed, a man’s earring, a patch of cowdung baked earth, antenna beeping at my very soul – oh how you’ve woven us India. How you so have. We are root and soil blood, one bone. One peninsula shaped poem

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