Saturday, December 27, 2014

To simpler times...

When the morning took its time to place dewdrops on each grass blade. When the children tumbled out of the bed with grins as big as their dreams and then soaked the dewdrops away under their naked feet.

When time was measured against the point where the sunshine reached on the wall. When the aangan hosted ladies full of laugh and gossip. When they oiled each others' hair and braided it pretty. When the meal was prepared with as much love as they had in their hearts.

When the day stretched lazily and merged with dusk as the cattle returned from their grazing and their bells jingled away. When the sublime priest washed and cleaned the small temple and the idol and children formed a queue to taste the prasad, being mesmerised by the fragrance that enveloped the temple.

When the night was signaled by lighting lamps and singing of the drunkards who returned from the town side.  When some of them got together around a campfire, with one dholak and hundreds of songs/nirguns/bhajans - kewadiya khol-a hey Ghanshyaam...

When the stars blanketed you as you went to sleep on the rooftop. The milky way, a lone aeroplane with its lights blinking away and the Eucalyptus trees swaying about, giving you the creeps, so you snuggled closer to your cousins, all sleeping in a line.

And you've lived! You've got more than you could have asked for. You may not have that much time or simplicity anymore, but you had it once and it cannot be taken away from your consciousness. And you know, you are blessed that way...





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