Kalakar took these pictures in Bandipur... Prasanna and I had been imbibing, and it wasn't easy following Deepak over all those rocks, scrambling through scratchy brambles, walking with a sweaty pair of feet in thin chappals, but the reward was fitting: rocks shaped by sun and wind and rain, two valleys sweeping to giant, distant ranges, nothing but the breeze to listen to, a hawk so meditative and playful that it reduced the entire text of Johnathan Livingstone Seagull to a punctuation mark.
I must have sucked my stomach in for the photos.
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