Posted by Natasha Ginwala on July 25, 2008 · Leave a Comment
Beleaguered god-men in saffron lined the holy river the mountain road exposed dusty hillocks with tourist-infested tea stalls the journey persisted; the forests grew thicker, the path grew thinner Lohajung waited in silence. The lush meadows with their untamed lichens glowed under the mid-day sun by nightfall the earth was blanketed with white blossoms. The … Continue reading →
Posted by Natasha Ginwala on July 22, 2008 · Leave a Comment
In damp semi-darkness, knotted nets are brought out. The rested boats are dragged offshore by half clad, muscled bodies. Performing a kind of languid dance, raspy voices sing to approaching dawn. Boat shadows and footprints enmesh to form pleasant mosaics in the sand. The foamy waves attempt to swallow these sinewy figures as they dive … Continue reading →