From
Dawn to Dusk
The sun brings the step of joggers trailed by dogs
wagging for the half-light companionship. A bell
delivers the steamy tea. Waking bodies congregate
for yoga's synchronized weave of breath, backing
the flutes of birdsong. The campus settles into
work - gardens are minded, dances planned, and office
telephones buzz. Enticing
scents pervade the warming air, and the various
tasks around the campus release staff and students
to share a space beneath the bristly-thatched
roof of the dining area. South Indian and other
cuisine mix with the smattering of accents and
languages, sustenance dutifully wrought for the
arduous training that will eclipse daylight.
Each gurukul blossoms with the rhythm of hands,
feet, wood, voice. Afternoon tea provides a short
respite, ankle bells taking up then, just where
they have left off, the shadows of weak technique
again to be expunged. A rhythm develops, confidence
begins to pulsate in tandem with the wane of a
teacher's criticism, and the lessons take hold.
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