But, then there is also Krishna, sitting demurely on a branch as a peacock listens to his music, and Shiva and Parvati in a vulnerable, loved-up moment that also makes these gods very real. Namaha is not any different: in some, his gods look like majestic conquerors of everything between land and sea, who have to be both feared and revered. His drawings have always been exceptional. Singh's book is replete with lines that make you think, and make you wise. But then, whose breath is that we are breathing into this reed? Is it the trees, is the air they take and give back?"Īn illustration from Namaha. Another verse that moved us was in the story, The Flute, where the banyan trees and marigold flowers ask Lord Krishna, "Why do you play the flute?" He responds, "Because it's a 'wind' instrument, played by one's breath. Don't be afraid, just imagine you are inside the womb again," she responds.Īn ink drawing of Ganesh enveloping a baby elephant in his trunk is the most maternal picture of a God bestowing comfort. "Mother, without you, how will I find a place of happiness in this world of broken spirits?" a son asks, in the story, Ansuya. The meditative rhythm of Singh's text only lends beautifully to the experience. All the stories are re-imaginations of the Vedas, Puranas and Upanishads.
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