When the shadow lengthens in front of me, I know that there is light behind me. The longer the shadow, the farther the source of light. Perhaps I need to pause a while or even walk back a little so that the light draws nearer. Perhaps there is no going back. It’s a one way traffic, isn’t it? The shadow will only grow longer. We are but dust and shadow, as Horace declared. What is needed is a discovery of the beauty of the shadow. Shadows on the Way [Bhatti Mines, Delhi] Not all the ways are smooth, All shadows are not balmy [Bhatti village, Delhi] No shadows: blissful life? [Najafgarh, Delhi] An indelible shadow [Erstwhile Sawan School, Delhi]
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