P, S and I went on an impromptu sketching expedition to Ramanagaram today.
At SRS Betta, we started climbing up the hill,
up each step consecrated with a dot of vermilion.
P was climbing the steps in front of S and I. He passed through the porch of the small white temple in front of us. The darkness of the doorway was smeared across the old white walls like a black stain
Suddenly, we heard a voice speaking through the darkened doorway.
S and I gasped at the beauty of this moment.
Till the flame died down.
The three of us came back with lots of unforgettable memories and lots of drawings.
While making this blog post, I received a message from P telling me he couldn't forget the Obbattu we all savoured at lunch. I don't yet know what S found unforgettable, but for me it was this, this moment that I quickly wanted to place here on my blog lest I ever forget it.