The room was reverberating with the sound of Om, like a buzzing hornet. He was about to finish his meditation and go to sleep on the mat made of jute. Chirping crickets and crocking frogs added a certain rhythm to this full moon night.
The way we meet and unmeet.
Humans are obsessed with the sky. They stargaze into the night. Trace constellations. Sing odes to a silver-faced…
There really is nothing to us, as it is in our regardless eyes.
Across the road, the entire hillcovered in tall grasses,but this snake crosses overto the lot of pebbles and stonesthat is our lawn…