Dharma’s dog
On The Young Poet and AI 1 Once I asked the poet Devadevan a question. We were sitting on a shelf of bare rock in Samanar Malai, Kilakuyilkudi, near Madurai; the still, meditative rock-cut of Mahavira on the face above us appeared to breathe. The sky was blue and clear, and the solid rock gleamed … Read more
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