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There is no ceiling left above the inner chamber, only a lace of light through jungle leaves and slow-moving birds. The tower stands open to the elements, but Lakshmi remains: upright, luminous, whole.

Her four arms extend like quiet rivers: two bearing cosmic emblems, two resting in stillness. The disc and trident shimmer faintly where sunlight touches. I don’t read symbolism here—I feel equilibrium. A hush between inhale and exhale.

I rest my palm on the weathered brick beside the camera, letting its warmth sink into me. The exposure lasts nearly a minute. During that time, I become less photographer than listener, waiting not for an image, but for an offering.


The sun leaves one word
on the tongue of brick, and Lakshmi
spells it slowly in light.

A moth circles what remains.
Two kneeling attendants keep still—
guardians of an embered hush.

Somewhere, film cools to quiet.
Somewhere, the print waits
to relearn that word in gold.

 

In the darkroom, the memory returns slowly: not the surface, but the breath beneath it. I work with chiaroscuro, not to recreate the light, but to preserve the silence that came with it. The silence she still holds.


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