INDIA | Thursday, 20 October 2011 | Views [293] | Comments [1] | View Smaller Image
"As soon my father arrives from the train, he goes every day to visit our Sacred river. He prays to our gods and at the end he washes our cloth.
Everything he does, as to do it with rythm, time and.. some kind of emptiness. But he feels happy every time he does his duty."
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