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A hush moves through the Western Gallery—not wind, not footfall, but the weight of breath holding its shape.  The scent of sandalwood clings to the seams of stone.  I pause beside a relief I have passed many times.  Today it catches.

Limbs whirl in carved tumult, but I see only two: vanara and rakshasa.  A monkey’s jaw clenched against demon flesh, not in fury, but in something deeper.  This is not the climax of battle.  It is its still center.  A mouth made votive.  A bite that burns clean.

The shutter opens as I still my body.  Film gathers the silence.  Long exposure lets devotion pool in silver.  Later, hand-toning will reveal what light alone cannot: how even violence, when offered in full surrender, can become holy.

I breathe, then write—just two lines in my notebook:

Even stone sings when bitten—
hear the startled hymn
between pulse and dust.

And so it sings.  In muscle curved like flame.  In thigh and tooth.  In the hush that fills the frame when love becomes fearless.  When duty sheds its weight and becomes light.


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