When I was eight years old, what wonders and horrors I witnessed in Punjab, Northern India, which is actually the better off portion of that country seeped in a hell bejeweled with fabulous empirical necklaces.
At the Maharaja Rajendra Joginder Singh’s palace in Patalia, India, I witnessed the most fabulous gem I have ever seen in my life: a grain of rice erected on a pin magnified to illuminate approximately 311 words painted flawlessly on its tiny surface.
Many more items of beauty and wonder I will not share here within this mental jogging area, but my friends are welcome to open my experience to their intended pleasure.
Also, near the time of such wonder was close at hand utter horror. I was sitting in a bus approached by a beggar.
The particular features of this poor man included the use of only one available limb to push what remained of a one-limbed, weathered torso on a flat cart made of splintered wood and bent wheels: he was a LEPER.
I cried for him that day when I was eight years old. And, I’m still crying for him as I write this post.
At the Maharaja Rajendra Joginder Singh’s palace in Patalia, India, I witnessed the most fabulous gem I have ever seen in my life: a grain of rice erected on a pin magnified to illuminate approximately 311 words painted flawlessly on its tiny surface.
Many more items of beauty and wonder I will not share here within this mental jogging area, but my friends are welcome to open my experience to their intended pleasure.
Also, near the time of such wonder was close at hand utter horror. I was sitting in a bus approached by a beggar.
The particular features of this poor man included the use of only one available limb to push what remained of a one-limbed, weathered torso on a flat cart made of splintered wood and bent wheels: he was a LEPER.
I cried for him that day when I was eight years old. And, I’m still crying for him as I write this post.
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