There were floods in the north, in India I mean, Mother Ganga got big and fat and mountains were spitting rocks and mud. (We got news from the ashram, they are all safe.)
Thinking of the people who suffered from the floods, the bridge that collapsed, the houses washed away. Om trayambakam, that's the tune.
Disposable camera gave me a sweet dessert. That makes me happy. I call this picture ''Sharing by the Ganga''.
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