The year was 1290 . A crowd had gathered around a clearing, where broken down pillars marked the presence of an ancient temple, now long gone. A young boy, just 14 years old, leaned against one of those pillars, deep in thought. Then, he began speaking, and the crowd fell silent, listening to his every word. He spoke without any notes, translating the Bhagavat Gita, from Sanskrit, which only the pundits knew, to the language everyone in the village knew and spoke – a variety of Prakrit which developed into the Marathi language. Even as he spoke, one of the men in the audience realized how momentous this event was, and how important this composition would be. He began writing down the words the young boy spoke, and this composition was named by its author and composer, the Bhavartha Deepika – the enlightening meaning (of the Bhagavat Gita). Now, the ancient, holy text, was no longer restricted to the pundits, but accessible to all, understood easily by them, composed as it was, in their
Looks like the perfect kind of sky, doesn't it? This is what we were blessed with, throughout our Morachi Chincholi trip....
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oh wow, now this is a shot i can totally relate to... have so many such simple yet pretty shots!! i can sit stare at the clouds for hours together and not go bored!! :D
ReplyDeleteBeautiful sky, Anu.
ReplyDeletePerfect indeed..wish all our skies looked like so idyllic
ReplyDeletewow this is lovely... :)
ReplyDeleteIt looks like a painting Anu!
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