The Narrow Paths

I don’t usually reblog. But I have been wanting to share with you all, the lives of a bunch of schoolchildren in a village in Jammu and Kashmir, as documented by Felix over at ‘Summer in Breswana’. He has just returned from his life changing volunteering stint in this remote village and it seems to have transformed his writing. Do check out the entire series, particularly “The Drama Queen”. I am beginning to know each child by name 🙂

Summer in Breswana

Ah, steeds, steeds, what steeds!
Has the whirlwind a home in your manes?
Is there a sensitive ear, alert as a flame, in your every fiber?
Hearing the familiar song from above, all in one accord you strain your bronze chests and,
hooves barely touching the ground,
turn into straight lines cleaving the air,
and all inspired by God it rushes on!

– Nikolai V Gogol (Translated from Russian)

ريح الجنة تلك التي تهب بين أذني الخيل
Reehu ‘al Jannah Tilka ‘alati Tahubu Bayn Uthunai ‘Al Khayl
The wind of heaven is that which blows between a horse’s ears

– Arabic Proverb

Is is just me or do we really miss out on the We are on Planet Earth! feeling in the cities. Under our feet, we have bituminous or concrete surfaces; All around us we have concrete and glass edifices; Billboards and poles limit our visibility to a few…

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