A return to Jangpura, where I hadn’t been in years. Taxi drivers I must have known as children
Their fathers who refused to use their meters
and rickshaw cyclists
who work through thick and thin,
I took refuge in the neighborhood dive
cared for by its kind owner
and dropped in on old neighborhood friends
Then took my camera for a walk
through different neighborhoods
and parks
To Old Delhi… no time for ear cleaning
or even a shave
But found a hidden path upward, I suppose
The tree crawls in
It’s cut back, a spider’s web remains
Suresh serves momos for lunch
Tonight it pours
The monastery is overgrown
our new pavilion well cured
the painter prepares the painting that will adorn its back wall
Things must be kept clean and tidy
as jungle creeps in
Young monks prepare for their memorization exams
and others work
Our administrator prepares our new science room
all under the gaze of our new disciplinarian
whom some fear
though not all!
All is well at Rato Dratsang
This little fellow looks for some water
And this one uses water
as this poor fellow is made to memorize
before he joins his friend for a moment of play
Most of us remain indoors
Shielding ourselves from the intense sun