Circus of Life, Leaf, On The Road
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It’s still 30th November. Only a few minutes away from December. Everything that is once thought becomes real. There is nothing more truer that that truth. It took few years, an almost ascending process that by the end none less than ejaculation with moans. It was hard work but it was fun.

I am sitting in the big plane. I remember ma, she must be sleeping. At this time last night her blood pressure went too low, she could barely stand.

I am flying out of my country for the first time. It should be special. Should it be special? Is it special! The process seems similar, of flying, of seeing people. Even though it took some time also because it couldn’t have been any other way. Currency’s exchanged. Dark chocolate bought. Immigration guy made a krow out of my surname that which I could only smirk at.

I do not know if it’s exciting. Probably I will have to see it on the other side of sleep. Its been a long day. The big plane is filling up. It’s time to go.

Cambodia.

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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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