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I will let the story find me

Left my red bed today. Made coffee for the other two. For myself I had cashews, raisins, walnuts four each, early in the morning. I first thought to go cycling but today it seemed well to sit and better prepare for the upcoming challenge. I washed myself fast and shaved in harmony. I was ready in time. I cut all the fruits and ate. Got to the new hotel where the workshop-residency will be taking place.

I got the first room by the pool. Didn’t want to stay that much upfront but it saved so much time that i can only feel blessed. I was saved from so much small and big talk, distractions that might have triggered further distractions. But all in all It was a privilege to come this far, meeting people who have been working in their preferred sense, in person sharing and making a world feel one and together again. It is rare for artists to come together and see each others work and ethics. And more so when, here in a country so rich in history and warm is hosting you to work on any story that you want is pure blessing. A workshop like this is also an opportunity to surrender and let the story find you. Because more so you go deep, finding the person, all vulnerabilities start unfolding themselves. And hence looking at everyone, it is true to see that we are similar in more ways than one.

Evening arrived rather fast and people started coming. I Spoke to Rafa. Even spoke to Hura by the end and artists who were invited from fifteen other countries. I even had food today after three days. It had been humid and pretty hot to be only eating fruits and shakes so as to not gain any carbs and essential fats.

I found out about an Indian restaurant at the pub street where i started going and soon discovered a few more along the streets. Indians are living here, quiet a few, and more probably in Pnom penh than Siem Reap. In the night i went to the river to sit but the moment i found a stone bench, i slept for an hour by the banks.

Later when everything got over Rafael and I went for a walk. He introduced me to lara , she cooked Chinese. I ate noodles for the first time ever-since I landed on southeast asian lands and well, liked very much. It was filling. Coming back to the hotel we.found the pool empty.and decided to jump.

The journey to finding a story or as i believe story finding me starts tomorrow.

From the white bed, first night in the white room.

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Hi, I am Narayan Kaudinya. And i welcome you on this journey, the Road to Nara ! I am an Ethnographer and a practicing Indologist. I did my masters in History and further learnt Sanskrit, Yoga and Nerve-therapy. At 24, pushing most academic sounding, office sitting works away, i felt compelled to know and understand the world and my country, Bharat/India. I travelled, and as it happened i took up teaching in Kashmir and further up in the remote villages of Baltistan in the foothills of Karakoram Ranges. For around three years and many states later there came a time when i felt that it was only while teaching i learnt how to laugh, to see, feel, breathe, love and cry -with children, and mostly resource-less parents in the harshest-freezing border conditions. I write, and work as a documentary photographer and Filmmaker, with numerous published, exhibited and some awarded stories. In my travels and life i have let nature lead me, the divine mother, and as a Yogin, my resolve here is to share my experiences and thoughts as honestly, and through them to blossom in everyone the power and possibility in pursuing your dreams, that you seek your true nature with courage and curiosity. Here, on this road i will share my spirit, my love for nature, the elements of life that are us. And in doing so, i'll be happy to see you along.

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