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Friday, June 24, 2005
Anachronistic Flashes "It is customary to make three pradhakshinas or nine. I am stopping with three. You can go ahead and make nine if you want," she looked up at him and elaborated, before her lotus feet proceeded on the marble alleys of the Saraswathi temple to circumambulate the goddess deity a last time. The boy followed her. The truant wind could all but contend himself with the smell of the red earth and raindrops: he wafted the scent of the jasmines from the neat plait of her oiled hair across the alley. The spell had been cast. Her dark green duppatta, immaculately pinned over the left shoulder of her dark green chudidhar, fluttered gently in the gust as she looked out for a second at the pouring rain. Myriad droplets thrashed against her powdered face as more dots adorning the dotted vermillion and neat ash. And her countenance, for a second, belying her calm, appeared ruffled by the tiny droplets. Were the six more rounds of God worth the separation?
- posted by Dileepan @ 1:35:00 pm
 
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Post a Comment Comments via Blogger: probably.. those last six of seperation made the worth of the first three of togetherness stand out..
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