I wear only black, and I had no other dress in my suitcase , so my Guru borrowed 2 white dhotis for me , and I wore my leopard print vest and walked towards the Sangam on the Chant of Har Har Mahadev .
15 Feb freeing cold winter chill , and I took a dip with my Naga Guru , a sublime experience as a humanbeing and as a photographer.
And the Naga Sadhu next tome thought I was a Sadhu too, but I kept up the pretense of being Ashok Bharti the name my Guru called me on such charged occasions..
