The oarsman.

The oarsman.
(Nainital, India – June 15, 2013)

I wish I lived my life like the oarsman

guiding my boat through the stream;

when I’d steer my way through troubles

however insurmountable they might seem;

Where every tug and pull at my oar

satisfies me of each little job well done;

and the end of each fulfilling day makes me

look forward to newer journeys under the sun.

Lost in thoughts.

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(New Delhi, India – March 16 2013)

His name is Ravinder. I met him while walking near my house in Vasant Kunj, New Delhi, India. I got talking with him over a cup of tea, during which he told me about how, as a young man, he would engage in petty theft. He didn’t tell me if he was ever caught. All that I could see was this expression on his face after he told me about his past. Make of it what you may.