Text by Patty Simon
On our fourth trip to India I see the progress in development. But, I also am amazed that time still stands still. Evidence is seen in the road work. I see all the big rollers and paving machines found in the States, along with women in saris sweeping the debris with straw brooms. Driving from Pushkar to Jodhpur, I notice endless hand painted black and white striped curbs. All I can imagine is a man sitting cross legged with a turban on his head painting first black and than white forever.
I guess it is a new form of meditation!