After travelling, there comes a necessity to sit still. That’s how I feel now, after 24 hours on the move by bicycle, rickshaw, motorbike, bus, metro, train, night train, walking, bus and ferry. Hampi is not the easiest place to get to.
Sitting here though, drinking a chai, I remember why I have come here so often, and why I continue to return. Looking out across the lush green padi fields, with their backdrop of boulder-strewn hills, I feel a timeless stillness seeping into me. I can sense it in the landscape here. It feels an ancient and mysterious land.
And the sense of stillness is only deepened when a gust of wind entices the rice to dance in waves and the fronds of the coconut palms to sway and fishtail.
When one feels the stillness in movement, the silence in sound, the unbounded space in a single point, then one is tasting the suchness of life.
Ah, it’s good to be back in Hampi!
