Tuesday, March 13


I have never found that moment
when the mind was halved by a horizon --
for the goldsmith from Benares,
the stone-cutter from Canton,
as a fishline sinks, the horizon
sinks in the memory.

- Derek Walcott, Names.

From top:

Rangapanchami marks the end of the Holi festival period ...

... but the hopeful trader, his hair still bearing witness to recent festivity, displays the remaining stock.

Tribal mask, Brahmaputra valley.

The house-painter's mid-morning tea.


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