Where the Holy Dwells

D. Woermann

The holy dwells in the fabrics of India, in a woman’s bright sari, rich in colors with gold around the edges. It dwells in her scarlet bindi. In the dark eyes of the mothers and their children. In the moped upon which a family of five can travel. In the chai wallah who pours hot liquid from his ladle, causing a cascade of golden tea to land in the cup. In cows’ horns decorated for Pongal, the harvest holiday. In the mountains of crimson saffron and…

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