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The early morning breaks over the cluster of small white homes shrouded in shadows.
A larger home of wood and iron, surrounded by a flower garden. quietly commands the allotment.
At the edges of the homestead are large mango trees. In the centre a coconut palm and a Christmas tree.
The Printing Press with its machinery now still will whirl into motion soon.
The dogs are rousing while the calves edge closer to their mothers standing erect with glazed eyes.
Far from this sacred ground the city is stirring plotting machinations for the day.
Here in this ashram The rhythms of work and prayer are experiments with truths... By Devarakshanam Govinden |
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