The Dasara Dance: A Glimpse of Travels Through India, Thomas Klepper [best mystery novels of all time txt] 📗

of Samsara. Then, in one moment, the absolute disappeared from his face, he looked around, seemed confused, then again he moved his hands, then his arms, then started his wild dance on the village concrete floor. His dance was the dance of a god, of Vishnu, the spirits flowed from inside his own mind and out onto space, he created the world anew with each swipe of his arm and turn of his feet. Then he stopped.
- Have you seen my wife?
- No, I said.
- Look here, she is watching us.
In the corner of the room on the east side of the house was an old black and white photo of a lady who was not smiling.
- My wife, Sita.
He sat down on the bed. He cried. His family pulled the picture down and poured out his whiskey.
- He will have to rest up, said R.K. Rai.
Salir left the room. From inside I saw him sit on the porch and watch the rain falling on his flowers, his chickens, and his paddies of rice.


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