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The Last Resort

Atul and I met in 2010 while filling our bikes at a petrol pump outside Leh. It would be easy for me to say that he gave me magic. A magic that built dreams. I lived in that dream, a few of us. We witnessed it together. A year after I met Atul. It was Teach to Learn for his organization Karmabhoomi – This year in July we had gone for an Omni journey to Hanley. We pulled over at Leh for a few days. We were meeting Bhai, Atul. – One lazy, cold, leh morning when Atul me to come along for a visit at his dream resort. It was called The Last resort I had visited this place before years ago. When it was unknown. Like Reaching a measure, or when becoming a process of leaving. It was a place that makes you only. I now remember looking at horses that kept crossing the homeless river. There was a bell inside a Buddhist temple, which kept feeding a language to the wind. Later we …

A Cactus in the Desert

  Photograph of a lost memory in flaring heat of Jaisalmer –  It is hot in Barmer. It is so hot that my lower portion feels different and apart from my head. My right cheek has swelled. Ulcers recognized heat. I am staying with amma here, a Bhopa. Last night we decided to attend Pabu ki phad. Happens rarely now. A local god. Reincarnation of Laksman. Bhopas sing and dance for Pabu. For two nights Bhopas from all across the region have come to sing and dance reciting Pabu’s story. Anada Ram was the most prolific Ravanhatta musician, who died 33 years ago. His wife, Amma vowed to never sing after that day. I am here to document her son. He never learnt Ravanhatta. He wanted to be a dancer. I have known him for eight months now. There were many other dancers from the community who had come yesterday. Veer was going to show me one of his acts dancing on the mirror glass with fire in his mouth. He does not dance in …

The Night I Stood Up

From room number 305. I have a beautiful private balcony. I was walking through my favorite part of the road. There are many trees, tall, making an A hundred feet above you. It gets dark there. I was on phone and had just finished talking to her. Coming from the dark I was nearing a lamppost. Just before that  dark yellow light could have fallen on me a guy caught my neck from behind by his forearm. I really thought it must be somebody known, a friend’s prank yet still unlikely. In the 2nd second I was flat down on that wet road. I realized i was getting hit just on my face. I kind of opened my eyes. They must be more than four. The one who took me by his forearm tried to snatch my 1200 rupee mobile. It fell off from my fist the moment one of the shoe sole hit my thumb. I don’t remember getting hit anywhere apart from my face and few times on my forearm and hand. The moment they …