Wednesday, 12 March 2014

Beggars in front of Janardanaswamy Temple ...



Outside Janardanaswamy Temple, there was a sacred pond for ritual cleansing - jewelled  dragonflies settled upon the scorched balustrade -

Two men in white dhotis walked past, deep in conversation -  

Before the kiosk where we left our shoes, beggars gathered - there were old women, with beseeching eyes, who stretched out their hands towards us -

Sprawled on the hot red earth, an ancient with a face of crumpled leather stared up at us - he pointed to a piece of matting, upon which was scattered some pitiable largesse -

Money, he said, money -

I hid behind my sunglasses, later turning to take his photograph -



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