Behula pushes away some hyacinth from the body of her dead husband Lakshmindara. It is a custom that anyone who has fallen to a snakebite is to be set afloat on the river. She refused to leave his side, and no one could dissuade her from this strange resolve. 'Either I shall die with him or he will come to life and I shall be beside him when he does.' The raft floats down stream, passing hamlet after hamlet, she remains unmoving and unperturbed as the corpse begins to swell and putrefy. Passing villagers assumed her mad, but Behula kept praying to Manasa; and godess responded by ensuring the raft survived storm, whirlpool and crocodiles.
••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Hello everyone, I'm Akshay Mahajan (@lecercle), a photographer from .
I'm taking over @khaospublishing Instagram for the next week. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• People of Clay is slow wandering along the river Brahmaputra, a self-conscious act of reminiscence on the region of Goalpara, in India’s North East. The river and land inspired folksongs and legends, people's songs of floods, love and elephants, and in turn these simple melodies inspired this selection. They reflect interstitial identity of Goalpara, a land where Bengali dissolves slightly into Assamese or is it the other way round. Their language a bridge which has words from both but is neither. Meandering scenes by banks of the river, of in-between people, with their in-between identity who to avoid confusion just call themselves 'Deshi' meaning 'of the land’. May be it is this meeting of cultures that gives birth to song, myth and legend, or are they just remnants of old that refuse to be written out of people's collective psyche.
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