Sunday, February 16, 2014

Suddenly all I can think of is riding my bike early in the morning to Ananda Vihara, down the road, up the hill, with the early morning chill biting my face and hands, and with the silvery sun rays through the trees. 

And I want to walk up the never ending flight of stairs, up to the entrance of the hall, look back and see the view, plump clouds that melt into blue at the horizon, the sweeping landscape of half of Secunderabad, the Buddhist monks playing downstairs with the garden hose. 

I want to sit in silence at the foot of the beautiful statue, close my eyes and get lost. 

When I get better, the first thing I'll do is this...

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