I would have left a blog about my nights at the Baul Resort in Santiniketan:
the sounds coming in my open window at night - seeing the first rays
of sunlight across the contours of motionless awaiting rice paddies
slowly turning on the the reds and oranges in the leaves of trees at
the western edge, a field worker beginning his day leading his oxen
in methodical rhythm to the next paddy plot to set his plow, turn the
soil, and the same rhythm repeating in our morning walk to a nearby
village past carefully constructed hay stacks, tethered tail
switching cows, children going to school, adults beginning daily
routines, all movements to the same rhythm, in productive harmony -
in contrast to Kolkata streets dissonant with overload of cars, and
people and their competing energies and goals...layers of centuries
close enough to touch, all destined to "delete" by the Techno
visionaries. Come and savor while you can.
Too many words - octogenarian lack of discipline - if I ever cross
paths with Amartya Sen or Sugato Bose again I'll ask about the fading
Tagore presence in Santiniketan - dead - but enough - please excuse
an old man for whom guide Sengupta opened so many doors, turned on so
much energy and emotion...
Best to all the Indians,
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*Type to find the relevant tour.
Architechture of India -Nepal
The development of Architecture in the Sub-continent is well documente
