Circus of Life, Mysticism
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Sleep felt like sleeplessness. The sun was about to come when we began the fire today. Tarot was interesting today but I don’t remember if any concretization happened today as was predicted. We decorated the nine planets but birds, squirrels and more birds made it their personal food plates. We kept restoring it almost all day. I drew the yantra with saffron colour on the paper of the last tree of the mountains. It came out bad.

Late noon we trekked to the temple to find cactuses and missing the white bulbs. We sat there long and looked at ourselves humming the sound of the universe. I took three white marbles and placed them such they turned holy.

In the sky a rocket left a line of shooting stars. It bisected the wires over a field which had no lake but possessed it’s name.

Hear well. And stop having sweet sweetie. It’s time.

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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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