#21. A Loss For Words. திருஷ்டி பொம்மை.
The Bommyapalayam Dispatch, Part 3 (of 3): Photo Diary
திருஷ்டி பொம்மை Dhrishti Bommai are everywhere, blowing raspberries at Evil.
Still no #*&%$ Wifi.
But look!
Dear God,
Are you in the water?
In the eye of The Beholder?
In the details?
Beauty blindsides me… Opens doors.
Featured: Pichandikulam Forest; The Botanical Gardens; Matrimandir; Aurovelo Cycle Shop; Temple Adventures.
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Excerpt from ‘My Own Private Feminism’, coming soon to Wit’s End:
…In a memorable incident from this period in my life, a postman had fallen down a very long staircase at Victoria Memorial in Calcutta, letters a scatter, because I had kicked him. Hard. In the arse. Moments earlier, he had touched mine as we squeezed through a narrow corridor. It took a few seconds for me to recover, turn around, chase him down. As I looked at him sprawled motionless below, for a moment I thought he was dead…
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Armed with ear plugs at night , to drown out the celebratory fervour of the godfearing, Bommyapalayam has everything anyone could ask for as an escape from the madding crowd.