Saturday, January 19, 2013

small stone jan '13 - day 19

Gleaming brass water pots...one on top of the other...are balanced perfectly on her head. Another one nestled at her waist. Yet she walks so gracefully on the  uneven pebbled path. Not a drop spills over.  As we drive past, I catch a glimpse of her callused hands and grey hair.

3 comments:

kash poet said...

Beautiful!I like each of your postings in this series.

kash poet said...

Beautiful!I like each of your postings in this series.

sanjuktaa said...

Many thanks, Kash!And for taking the time to read my posts also.Much appreciated!