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Playthings

Sometimes the things that we wish for fail to make us happy. Sometimes a different perspective is needed…

Jogiwara, New Delhi. John Callaway 2014

Jogiwara, New Delhi. John Callaway 2014

“Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning.
I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig.
I am busy with my accounts, adding up figures by the hour
Perhaps you glance at me and think, “What a stupid game to spoil your morning with!”
Child, I have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and mud-pies.
I seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and silver.
With whatever you find you create your glad games, I spend both my time and my strength over things I never can obtain.
In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire, and forget that I too am playing a game”.

[Rabindranath Tagore: Playthings]


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