the night wrote darks from histories of caste, blood and unwanted differences as if an Afrcan stood there with all the time of human He awaits, to show a folk story, to show a God he believes, and the whole community believed his God he believed, he performed a Goddess, living troubles need a last consultation from his her Carrying a bamboo pole of nearly 40 feet tall with kgs of leaves, with fire, wood even more, he danced, he sure he is close to his God, he sure is God is what the spectator want to believe
For us who walk life with photons and frames and compositions....and creativity.