[ india, varanasi. all photos by nilanjan ray]
his photo is also here, on the national geographic voting machine.
a tired question,
the faithless can have no hope of an answer.
varanasi left its first impression on me via boey kim cheng’s varanasi, dawn. i’ve forgotten the actual words of the poem, and the collection – another place-, shelved for quiet reverence, but i remember the questions boey asked in his poem; the questions articulated, and the wonderment left unspoken, unaccounted for, never actually quenched. he’d been an outsider looking in. he didnt seem too mournful. but you knew that faith was special.
mr j smith did a wonderful job of bringing us through boey’s poems; di, mang and i were seated on the front pew. twice a week we’d have that solitude within ourselves.
[india, mathura. winner at the spider awards]