Circus of Life, Leaf, On The Road
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Sleeping in the Jungle

Its night. Tonight I am the only person left on this hill. From my hut the jungle starts. After many leafless apple trees. I live in the farthest hut amongst three. The third one. It’s partially pink and other room is wood. The room is a closed wooden mountain balcony. Surely a bear might not be able to break the door and come. I heard in the noon. Somebody saw two bear cubs nearby. The wooden room has a pillow swing, but it doesn’t swing. Finally the Israelis left today. They lived here for 6 months. I shouldn’t say more.

The nights are cold. The day was sunny. Some men have been slowly slaughtering trees for past few days. I hear their machine daily. Pluto arrived with potata, she is a beautiful mountain bitch. Follows Pluto like a shadow of a queen. She gave birth to nine pups last week. Later Pluto took me to the thukpa shop. I ordered momos too. Thukpa was water with 10 indian chic peas and noodles minus joy. Meanwhile Kaalu came in the night. His soocter had a neon headlight.

We walked up the mountain along with a stream. Cold wind blew and leaves kept falling for a long time. Leave falls in autumn! Pluto sighed from behind.

When you are in your perceptible peace or low. Listen to UG Krishnamurthy. A lone dog is barking far. The chameleon couple that lives above my balcony seems happy. Amongst them one is mildly screaming. Both run as I hear them in this godforsaken hour. Their feet in rhythm like running on a wooden drum.

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Hello, My name is Narayan. I am a teacher and an Ethnographer. After college i opted for teaching in far away villages of the Himalayas and later in Central rural India. And gradually as I wandered along the local streams and rivers, unending fields i learnt not only about myself but India and what is it to be Indian, living with various families throughout India. And to tell you, there is nothing more than a smile and an effort to make their children lives better that makes them happy. I have been independently working as a writer, photographer and filmmaker. For past many years I have been travelling the Indian subcontinent teaching and extensively documenting rural and her communities. Learning and understanding culture, communication and various ways of human mind and body. I am a student of History and did my masters in it. And later studied Sanskrit. When you realise the alignment of your spirit with the world around you, winds take you to places in the Himalayas, where you learn the ancient Yogic way of nerve healing, I can't really know myself but since then all the above mentioned things altogether has helped me generously to enter homes for shelter and food in the night. I come back to Delhi. Here mother and I run a small school for children.

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