Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights...
[T. S. Eliot, 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock']
Friday, November 5, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Beneath the motley of the clown,
we are just ordinary human beings
The costume is only an appearance,
a professional hazard.
Blogger's note: These two persons, whom I met on the arterial M. G. Marg in Gangtok, were promoting Sikkim Tourism. When I turned my camera on them, they posed happily and voluntarily for me.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
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