Saturday, April 21, 2012

The Living Dead Lepers of Taragadh..

The shells are equivalent to coins that they will exchange at the Holy Shrine and get paid back in hard currency..

The beggars on this stretch are pathetic morbid and I understood some of the pain as I was barefeet .. my own legs blue bruised bleeding..

I can never forget the beggars maggots eating raw flesh, hidden faces ravaged by a deadly killer disease and all this made me think , I bled within , all my education was nullified by this sordidness of human life and degradation..

This was the most depressing trek of life for me...and I completed it with a white man.. my spiritual brother ..Marc de Clercq..I dont know if it changed his life but it changed mine forever..

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