Day by day I float my paper boats one by one down the running stream.
[...]
When night comes I bury my face in my arms and dream that my paper boats float on and on under the midnight stars.
Sir Rabindranath Tagore
(1861- 1941)
Everlasting playfulness, the path to happiness
Settled...
Until the fingers of a master entice
A prettier music, thus mist and dreams
Play around us, until the beloved returns,
And charges us with life and spirit.
Friedrich Holderlin
___my wanderings through Kerala, Rajasthan and Gujarat___ all photographs taken by me
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