Hidden Order

One of the easily recognizable separators between the US and India is the sense of order versus chaos.  But sometimes — and more often — chaos contains things of immense beauty:

  • Husks of corn scattered upon the sidewalk form a pattern of bindi-shaped yellow-green droplets
  • A ragged old man scratching away at peeling paint upon an old building, oblivious to the world
  • A boy  with a small smile on his face carrying a cloudy, plastic bottle filled with a liquid that could be tea, oil, or ambrosia.
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