Quote of the week
|…It was laid out like a map at his feet…When the year turned, the roofs of the huts were all little squares of purest gold, for it was on the roofs that they laid out their cobs of the corn to dry. Hiving and harvest, rice-sowing and husking, passed before his eyes, all embroidered down there on the many-sided plots of fields, and he thought of them all, and wondered what they all led to in the long last…||
This is from "The Miracle of Purun Baghat" in The Second Jungle Book.
Purun Dass, who has been a high official in a native state, has put power and pomp behind him, taken up a begging bowl, and become a wandering holy man.
He has found peace and sanctuary in a shrine, high above a Himalayan village, where he meditates on the nature of things.