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Times of many Possibilities


Story is evolving. I am letting it settle however she wants to. But I am trying to show Chatterjee what he must. The landscape of Delhi. Her birds. And her changing color. It seems we will be able to ride on to something that I myself never saw in Delhi. I do not know what form it is going to take. That it will reveal itself, and settle in the form it takes. My only work is to bring together the best of people that I know and then let it happen, however, in their small, beautiful, pure means.

Cold is settling. The sky cleared after many days of toxicity. And from yesterday it felt picnic in Delhi. We met in the evening and went towards the border of U.P meeting Delhi and observed birds going back in thousands. There were so many and within next one month it is going to be very exciting to make a small film around them in the film itself. I need to spend some time by myself in the area trying to find some people working in the colony. To learn a bit more what is happening in one of the most disgusting smell giving place I have been around to.

Met Sumit after long time again. His phone stopped working but I knew where to find him. I found him at the same sitting in the dark. There is no way he sees light. I had thought it might make some sense making chatterjee meet him but it all turned out dead. It all is now in shiva’s court. If he even cares to create one last passage, but certainly its not in the domain of humans anymore. Left that space with a lot of weight, directionless-ness and hopelessness and darkness. Walking back was a long than it was. I must now end whatever there was as there is nothing left to be. It’s the end.

Next two weeks are going to be away from the field. I need to meet a few people and get actors sorted. If Tanmay can take up sound then things will be a lot more breathable. I know him. We have worked together, having lived the most beautiful time in Kashmir. I trusted his presence then and it is only him of the lot that can be spoken to.

Over all, it could have been a better day. I couldn’t sit on the script despite it being lurking all around my brain. I should get around it soon and send it across to Meera. Else, I am close to feeling that rhythm to run after the oral history of this ancient place. Times of many possibilities.

End of 2nd Day
0005 hours.
Can still read myself to sleep

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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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