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“The breath of the world lives longest in stone.”

I stood just outside the eastern gopura. Rain had ended hours ago, but the hush remained—drifting through tree limbs, seeping from moss-dark stone, clinging to the underside of banyan roots. The ground was wet beneath my feet, yet the air above her felt untouched. The apsara faced east, not toward the sky, but inward, as though listening for something that still lived behind the wall.

Light had not yet crested the lintel. Her smile—worn but unbroken—carried the soft memory of water. The lotus in her hand looked neither carved nor placed. It simply rested there, as if it had always belonged.

I didn’t move. Not from reverence, but from the sense that I had stepped into someone else’s memory. Her gesture, her gaze, her stillness—they asked nothing, but made asking unnecessary.

Eventually I brought the camera forward. The tripod sank slightly in the softened earth. I didn’t adjust it. The angle was already correct. I focused slowly, without expectation, and waited for the air to rise a little more.

The shutter fell like a leaf returning to its source.

stone holds what rain leaves
lotus offering to light
smile the dawn can’t move


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