Sitting watching while the body burns, and fat drips from the heels. (The feet are always left sticking out of funeral pyres and folded in later.) Mesmerising.
Sitting under The Great Bodhi Tree, descendant of the original one, surrounded by the constant chanting of pilgrims. Mesmerising.
I was drawn back several times to the flames. This afternoon was my third visit to The Temple.
Photographs of cremations are not permitted, and in Bodhgaya the risk trying to get an iPad past the two security frisks was not worth taking. So although photographs were allowed, I couldn't...
Time to give the art materials an airing instead.
Spent a very happy afternoon by The Bodhi Tree lost in my own thoughts, and making two pictures. It felt right.
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