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…It was laid out like a map at his feet…he could see…the wonderful un-named green of the young rice, the indigo blues of the Indian corn, the dock-like patches of buckwheat, and, in its season, the red bloom of the amaranth…When the year turned, the roofs of the huts were all little squares of purest gold…

  

This is from “The Miracle of Purun Baghat” in The Second Jungle Book.

Sir Purun Dass, the Prime-Minister of one of the Indian states, has decided to give up power and responsibility, and become a wandering holy man, seeking enlightenment through contemplation. He has found his sanctuary in a deserted shrine, perched above a village in the high Himalayas…


   

   

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