The Vaikuntha Vasal opened early today, because Nambi has a hunt to go on, an initiation to undertake and a poet needs to get on with the important business of composing poetry. More on this later.
The light was butter soft and golden this afternoon. The lamplight softened by the afternoon sunlight, and the gold of Nambi’s body and that of his consorts burnished, as though lit from inside.
Even through the fog of my illness, I could perceive some special beauty here.