Sundarbans - where truly nothing is waiting yet it awaits

- by Anubha Fatehpuria

Sundarbans

- what exists there and what exists no more, only a sense captured,

through my lenses

- a being there, settling..unsettling, seized and held within, through my senses

(a bit of Sundarbans - where truly nothing is waiting yet it awaits.

- and a poem by Pablo Neruda)

You will remember that leaping stream

where sweet aromas rose and trembled,

and sometimes a bird, wearing water

and slowness, its winter feathers.

You will remember those gifts from the earth:

indelible scents, gold clay,

weeds in the thicket and crazy roots,

magical thorns like swords.

You'll remember the bouquet you picked,

shadows and silent water,

bouquet like a foam-covered stone.

That time was like never, and like always.

So we go there, where nothing is waiting;

we find everything waiting there.

[read more on the India phase of The Edge project]