Was he walking ?
Was he standing ?
Was he staring ?
Was he ..... as such he was frozen like a statue becoming one with the ritme of the background
still being the first violin with his contrasting colortone, a long rising lean old man with a
strong radiating karma, enforcing the holyness of the Meenakshi Temple red striping wall as such a
scene of divine prodigy like a God looking over the world, like an Egyptian hieroglyph for eternity.