My short Stories - New adventure

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I have been trying to write short stories in the recent past. I wanted to share my stories with you.

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1st Story: Little Brother


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So often, it's the simplest acts of kindness that touch the lives of others.

We silently discover ourselves in each phase of life, without knowing. One courageous step will reveal a whole new world in front of us. Enjoy life!


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2nd Story: The Angel


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Every walk of life, everyone needs an Angel.


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Lights of Life

Topmost festival which is celebrated by every Indian in someway is mind-blowing, fantastic experience. All the age group cherishes this festival every time. If festivals are celebrated by every house in the street in almost the same way, what else is required to bring in peace. Celebrating festivals are not showcasing what we are skilled at, how grand we are celebrating, what all we did. But its mostly about how much happiness we bring to others. I mean it, others, as in India this festival is celebrated widely across religion.

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I am talking about everyone's Favourite Festival "Deepavali / Diwali".

By just reading the name itself, it gives me over joy every time. Such a special occasion it is.

The excitement and joy start right when parents talk about it, it may start with the provision list to be written for the month when Diwali falls. What are the items to be listed for making yummy sweets and savors. All Mother's discuss what sweet to be made this time, Those days, no youtube, It would be a recipe given by Mami residing at 4th house from our house or aunty met in cousin's wedding or from the Tamil magazines.

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As we near the festival dates, each weekend is about discussion on going shopping to choose a dress. My mom usually buys from the saree vendor who brings a few varieties to the office. she pays in monthly fee to him instead of one-time cash. Dad will buy clothes to be stitched by himself and for my brother. The only one who goes shopping is me, with my mother. We browse many shops and then decide. Buying clothes is a major part of the enjoyment. Only a few times I got readymades, rest of the time its the cloth to be stitched. Every time I open the wardrobe, it's the special touch given and smelled the cover/bag placed with the Deepavali clothes. That much excited as it the one of the few new cloth we get every year.

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The next major task is listing the crackers. Getting the list sheet is the first step for the excitement to begin. I depend on my brother or dad to get the list. A few times, Mom got it from office supply. She used to participate in chits and get a pack of standard items as a gift. it also has a list sometimes.
Unpacking it and checking what are there is a greater task for me and my brother. Once verified, we used to get other bedspread and other thick cloth to cover it up nicely so it remains warm as much as possible. As we get this pack a few weeks early, every now and then, used to touch and feel the outer cover. sometimes my brother used to expand the small hole on the sides of the pack to see the color of the cracker. thus excited to feel it and see it.

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Mothers are too, excited to prepare sweets and savors. They start by cleaning the kitchen and arranging vessels to store the prepared sweets and savors. a week before we start preparing. to start with we get the flour by powdering the ingredients and bring it home in my bicycle. Sometimes dad does this. Ingredients that are missed in the provision list are added now. Urgent ones are also there, a day before. I never remembered buying the sweets from outside for this festival. Even being a working woman, my mom never gave up. Every time she prepares all items. Standard items made are boondi laddoo and Murukku + Thenkuzhal. Sometimes its 7-cup or coconut burfi too added to this mandatory list.

Every time laddoo is made, my dad talks about that one time when he enjoyed the most when his mother prepared when he couldn't afford to get all the items for her. My grandmother is a great cook. I was not that lucky to taste her food. But all I know is by means of my mother and dad. They both praise her cooking all the time. It should be a more delicious one. Our life's platform is laid with their precious efforts, right? Who can deny it?

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The previous day night is almost like Diwali, all about lighting everywhere and firecrackers. I sit patiently until the sahasranamam is finished to pick the crackers and go out and lit it. Don't get too many assumptions, I do only the Sparklers/ Kambi mattapu and Gattai with all courage, Rest all are serious ones which I fear to go near.

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Zameen chakra is equaled Lizard/palli in my world as both have unpredictable movements. never knew when it will come near. It pulls some magnetism towards me. whether it loves me or not I hate it completely, Why every time it turns to me and swirls faster. I don't scared of Cockroaches or dark nights, but I am really scared of these lizard and bhoomi chakra. both somehow come to me near when I really hate them. Later in life, I have bust crackers like all kinds of big wala , somehow courage came towards flowerpot. But never the chakra, of course, the lizard too. still irritates me.

The next one is bomb, actually not, I call it ! as it exploded once my dad lite it. the flower pot! I am even scared to go near it. I tightly hold dad from back. As the cute little flowers drops and descends, my tension too drops.

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After witnessing the lights and fun and joy all around, how can we sleep? With idli and small onion sambar as dinner. It's hard to sleep with more excitement at heart. I help mom in getting the bathroom ready for the Ganga snanam in the morning. All set in front of GOD, Oil, Seekai, Ganga water saved from previous visit, new dresses, crackers, new lights brought that year, the aarti for god and then for everyone in the family. However, we pretended to sleep as we need to awake sooner in the morning and get ready.

The D Day - On the Diwali day, without alarm and wakeup call from mother, we used to get up and get excited.

Mom lite's the lamps arranged in front of god. with that early morning darkness, those lights seem godly always. we all sit in a row for the aarti to be performed. We also keep money to put on the plate / give who take aarti. Women elder in the family would put little oil in the head by sinking a flower in the oil bowl, so it feels so soft. then kumkum is given along with tambulam for each individual. we demand a song to sing while aarti is made. After aaji/paati, it was me who do this ceremony to my parents, poor soul they believed our paati comes in the form of me. But I loved to do as there is no one for them to perform. Such a fun-filled ceremony it is

Mom first goes to the bath, so she can give new dresses to all in the family. we get a dress from her hands after bath. wear it with all joy and pick crackers, of course, there will be a laddoo already in mouth. we receive the dawn with all happiness by wishing everyone we first see and sparklers in hands. we never knew what time it is, we know how many wala was burst in the street. Mom calls off us to share the sweets and savor to all neighbors. we also pack for relatives whom we will visit in the afternoon.

As we light before night. today morning too, we light it every way possible. decorating home with lights is a whole new experience. I loved why the darkness was still there in the sky even its a dawn. It is witnessing all our cute little lights. Hence slows down and brings the sunlight a little late.

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It's not only about eating sweets made at home, but we also wait for sweets from neighbors and relatives. Taste everything and be a judge for the whole day! Afternoon when there is bright sun outside, its difficult to burst cracker as the simple fire on the tip of agarbhati is not seen by the naked eye. We give a break, wash hands and enter the home.

As when lunch is completed along with sweets and savor, we get ready to visit my aaji/paati, mousi/aunt and attai in local places. on the way, witness every street, which one has more papers and in front of which house. Back home, its about that one special wala and flower pots waiting in the bag. While we burst it, we make sure mom and dad are witnessing it. It's a proud moment to burst the special and costly wala. thus all fun ends...By dinner time, no place to eat food, the one and only best medicine is the deepavali lekkiyam. The whole excitement ends and stored in our memory when we complete that color dress day at school :)

Tiny World

It's tiny but its the biggest dream ever. Very colorful even if after its paint came off or with scratches on it. it's valued very high even when it's old. Its treasure of a lifetime. our soul delighted with it every time we took in hands. guess what ??

My Choppu !

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Oh my god, I feel much younger today when I write about it. it's not like Barbie dolls or other dolls like, the one which closes eyes when I put it to sleep, or that Krishna doll, which I make a bed for. even I tied a "dhooli" / (bed for infant made with cotton cloth to swing the baby to sleep) for it.

I strongly believe we incorporated our culture and lifestyle in these types of toys. It was the way our ancestors taught valuable life lessons to kids. it has definitely been fruitful.

Apart from these soulful dolls, I had tiny bullock carts, plastic small cars, lorry - most of them were part of the garden which I made during Dhushera Kolu.

I take them to the front garden or back garden, wherever the sand and grass were present. Took them through the grass forest and big trees [those infant plants]. and parked it on a rough ground. I plucked all the little grass to fit the size of that lorry's container and bundle it with another strong grass. the load is all set now. I would place all of them in the lorry and now move it slowly and pretend as its fully loaded, sometimes the tires come apart. it's the technical break I take and fix them. I unload sometimes to make sure the tire fits and ready for the next trip.

I make it roam around all forest and highways - yes, those concrete beams are the highways.  they are no much traffic. we haven't imagined this much of traffic on roads those dayes. Nah. keep delivering those loads in each station, the river bed - near the tap area. rocky hills, where the "jalli / (stones used to lay tar roads)" are laid aside. and last delivery is at the slippery mountain - the cemented slope. Sometimes, its just the sand that is delivered. once all delivery is done, I clean them, service them and keep in the bags.

I next take the bullock carts now the ride would be near the muddy place as those are near villages. I deliver the flowers, leaves and small veggies to the villages. I pick up small boys and girls in the cart and travel very slowly and reach some outskirts of urban areas. I build houses with sticks and leaves and make smooth ways for the cart to ride all into the villages. after delivery, the bulls are untied and kept near houses for food.

Again when the trip starts, cross the wet river - you know when little water splits from the bucket carried by elders, those wet sands are wet rivers for my world and the improper small stones buried under the sand are rocky hills. small grass patches are the bushy forest. such a simple wonder world it is. Gloomed in these muds, stones, and grass, I play until dusk. return to the cemented cell with all traces of where I was in my dress. I never wished to come out of that world, I won't change and wash...such an intense feeling it was, to withdraw myself from the dreamy world.

When it comes to summer holidays, we were not allowed to play outside during the afternoon. so I collect all the games and toys we have and line them up to play one by one. The most time spent was with these cute little vessels ...also called with love as "Choppu". I have all types of it, pots, storage containers made of mud & painted. Stainless steel Tava, cooker, idli plates, spoons & dosa tiruppi / spatulas. wooden containers, hand-pulled grinder, Ammi Kal, Vilakku made of stones.. some sharp materials found during play will be used as a knife or Aruvamanai. I secretly visit the kitchen and bring in all possible and reachable ingredients to my kitchen. I fetch all greens, sticks, and water from nearby. use vegetables and fruits whichever is available. Menu us decided upon the collections. longer greens are plates to eat, some fruits are kept as it is to guest.

I make the stove / Aduppu, with small stones or broken wooden sticks. use them as fuel. cooking is all about mixing all that we got or just pretend those wet round shape made of mud is ladoo, sand or real rice as rice, leaves are veggies and leafs made as paste in water is sambar. only water would be as real it is. I collect the fallen badam seeds and chinna nellikai and serve it too. pick tulasi leaves and mix with water to make rasam. sometimes pick curd and make buttermilk. real sugar, Horlick and Complan too get added in the list. The major item was baby coconuts, which wanted to participate and came down purposefully :)) I separate the head and body separately and server water on the cup.

Real or pretend, its a truthful moment of preparing the food on our own with local ingredients - lessons I learned on how organic we should be, right?

Especially, the food is made & served with a lot of love and enthusiasm for all friends. including the dolls - which is another lesson of sharing I recorded myself. without a disclaimer and complain, all participants will eat when edible or pretend when not. such was the understanding... it's a global language, right? but these boys come as guests sometimes always eat the non-edible thing and cry. still the same right, they never change - boys are boys Nah!

when it comes to silent participants, it would be my pink barbie, she was unable to sit, eye closing baby, dressless infant, Krishna doll and curly head plastic girl doll, I made a hole in her mouth so food goes inside when fed :))

these cute little toys called "choppu" are human life's antics. beautiful and colorful memories forever.

Curves

Brisk walk, no! it a speed walk almost a run for me when I hold her hands during the visit to the temple in the evening.

Preparing to leave, she makes sure her short white hair is covered with her saree. the other end of the saree is pinned properly under the strong knot in hip. Yes, she is all set to face this world! she is a grandmother now, but still bows her head while on road. As she lifts her glasses to ensure her direction, all her supporting muscles will raise to its best level to give her a view. I noticed a wave of lines in her face, which gives more details to the emotion hidden beautiful face. No more decoration required!

I or my cousin will accompany her every evening to the temple. Due to no treatment done for glaucoma on time, she lost her one sight, Hence she depends on her grandchildren with more irritation to accompany her on road. She used to be on her own always. without chappals, She walks fast, but will wait for the cows, those returning to homes to cross us, we consciously pass through the cow dungs and small stones/sticks around. We wait if any heavy vehicle crosses. These small gestures, she protected us! even though we are called as bodyguard for her.

Inside her thick glasses, we can still see the soulful prayer in eyes. Silent whispers, greeting postures and surrendering postures are always the same with the same duration. she says hello to every Idol in the temple. Sits for a few minutes and takes breathe. Every time I noticed she won't engage in long talks even with regulars, apart from how are you? there will not be any other conversations.

She walks at the same speed back home. she will sit on the platform called "thinnai" for some time. once she is all fine to start her daily chores, she thanks the lord facing the direction of template, for bringing her home safe and washes her feet.

It's a celebratory ritual every day. even if its a rainy day, she at least sit on the covered "thinnai" for some time and face the direction of the temple and pay respect. how simple and strong the relationship would be for her and that Perumal? he also definitely missed her. That's how I witness the lightings.

She never visited shops nearby, her only outing is to the temple. With so many challenges in her life, like no bank balance, no asset, no son, no husband to take care, She was all simple, courageous and ethical. Each line formation would have been from the experience she had in every turn of her life. 

Watching a day's old human and nearing 100 humans are very similar excitement. each muscle movement gives us astonishing brightness & smile to soul. I saw lines in both the faces. the later one turned into curves.

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Colors all the way!

Beautiful memories are real colors of life, isn't it?

Memories are those unforgettable moments of life where the soul cherishes the happiness of other souls around.

Childhood memories are sweeter, where we enjoyed life in full fun and joy...agree? those days, the fun is unlimited when friends and family around...I remember in the '90s almost every school plan the exams before festivals. More than holidays or Vacations, its festival celebrations. During the '90s, in a middle-class family, whether its housewife or working women with any budget in hand makes sure every member in the family [even extended sometimes]is satisfied. No nation will ever manage the budget as she does. Every soul in the family was happier whatever the budget was.

Isn't festivals are man-made? natural way of celebrating mankind in the name of GOD? we wear colorful dresses, pamper ourselves with tasty unique deserts for every different festival, decorate our houses, distribute sweets and special dishes to our loved and dear ones. 

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One such festival enjoyed by girls in the age between 8-11 is "Dasara", of course, Deepavali tops the list, however, Dasara is most specifically designed for girls. It creates a path to find friends, to showcase our skill in singing, reciting slogans and admire ways of celebration across families in our neighborhood. Navarathri - all 9 nights are celebrated in name of Goddesses. Such a carefully named and designed festival was this, Each emerging beautiful girls are introduced to the world beginning with our neighborhood. Its a beginning to accept every different way of other families. starting from the decoration, dolls, songs, gifts and of course that yummy "sundal". Girls discuss among their groups about the different houses they visited and the experiences they get. It's the mandatory space we make for those budding women, a courageous step towards the diversified society we have.

As kids we are always permitted in all aunties house with just a knock or a call "Mami / Mama..." we visit all houses we know with our kolu mates. We make friends with other streets Radha, Divya, Lakshmi to make sure we collect as much variety of "Sundal" and make a note to all kinds of dolls and garden/park made beside it.

Sometimes, I am accompanied by my brother to visit houses on behalf of my mom, u guessed it, he gets that extra "sundal" too.

Major discussion on these days would be around the number of steps we witnessed in each house, the variety of sundal" made on each day at each house, the decoration or arrangement of parks beside the steps. Dolls are always close to girls, we admire them the most, is smiling all the time, being colorful all through a decade, posing a strong character in hearts of all ages!

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Witnessed, a mixed variety of dolls made of clay 90 % of them, porcelain, plaster of Paris, wooden...its a mother of eco-friendly system. The dressed and decorated black wooden doll of a boy and girl, The Kalasam with small coconut on top of a decorated pot along with mango leaves, Tall bold soldier in uniform, holding weapons on either side of kolu steps, musical band around a marriage set, Chettiar family with all his assets, Tanjore dancing doll [Thanjavur thalayatti bommey]all 3 devi's, ganesh - mandatory to be placed in all doll arrangements, Birds and animal pair's on each step, dasavatharam, ramar pattabhishegam, krishna leela's, Kailash nathar, Garuda seva of tirumala, Vishnu in Parkadal, Vishvaroopam - the most luxury kolu's will have this as its expensive and gigantic. the one doll still fascinates any visitor.

Along with these dolls arrangement in steps , varied from 3 , 5, 7 & 11, Decoration / building of our locals like, parks with benches, flowering plants, trees, mountains, farming lands with real mustard buds, temples, tanks, cricket matches, all types of vehicles inroads made in paper and paint,  fences made with paper coloured with sketches, Fields created with natural buds of mustards. plastic fishes swim along in the man-made tanks..street lights made of wastes fascinates and pulls many visitors to a house.
There is a lot of work done around Dasara decorations. Each family contributes in its own way.

Each house kolu is unique, they have stories around the dolls too, some are gifted by loved ones, gifted from mothers place, brought when the family visited a holiday location, brought with much negotiation from a street vendor, preserved from grandmothers collections, Grandchildren's favorite collections, sometimes it's like antique collections. some dolls are preserved for 3 decades. Which is fresh memory each year for that family to remember their family roots.

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How I experienced the process!

My mother would save a new traditional dress for this occasion. Preparations start almost a month before, we plan what to be a new collection this year.
We visit a place called Khadi Gramodhayog Bhavan - a government shop, every year the dolls are imported from other parts of India and a free exhibition is held. 
Its a dream place for me. The numerous arrangement of dolls in every size. 80 % of dolls represent forms / incarnations / Leela of Vishnu / Shiva. Rest would be the life of simple farmers, sports, the individual pose of various gods and goddesses. All are prized and tagged. We usually but a set which includes 4-5 separate dolls in normal size, so it fits our steps width. Also, we consciously choose the face and new set every time. Hence our Kolu is full of new stories. These new will somehow find a place in the steps - I never saw my mom removing old dolls as we brought new ones. That's a real skill right?

I love to watch the packing of dolls, all picked dolls are verified twice for any fault or broken hands, then a box is found from behind the stands, each doll is rolled on the colorful pieces of papers, these are the waste from the printing press, the cutting edge of paper cuts. They also use dried grass to fill in the box.
once all dolls are counted and placed carefully into the carton box, it's tied with a strong rope. Ready for delivery. To Hold that box from the delivery stand to home is like holding the holy god himself for me. I carry with so soft and more love. Such a precious jewel it was! Got ready from morning to just see its packed and carried to home. the major excitement is to explain about the new doll to my dad and brother. All my eyes and hands not enough to speak about the beauty and choice of the doll. My brother would like to peek from the corner of the box/pack and somehow see the smallest part of the doll and wonder about it. Poor fellow never came with us, its a girls festival right!

The old dolls are taken from a big box in loft very carefully, sometimes along with tiny living being like mouse inside it. But the dolls were not damaged at all even once. but it ate the cloth wraps and fillers only. we clean it and make sure ready for re-filling once the festival is over.
unwrapping each doll and find the set/pair for it is an amazing job that starts just before the night of Dasara. We are work on this rejoicing work after dinner, It's me, my bro and mom, unwrap and arrange it on each step, [Wooden plank are made as steps and a white dhoti is spread across to cover the planks. So colorful dolls are sited so nicely with a white bg] without any foto, we remember each doll to be placed in which step and which side.
almost by midnight, we fold the cloths and wrap up for the day. Yes, of course, the Kolu has been arranged as gorgeous as last year!

So far it's only about dolls, there is a bigger excitement than this is to plan the park arrangements beside the kolu steps. It starts with the temple tank manufacture, yes we once made a concrete based tank with steps and painted it. What a great creation was for us. Me and my brother will hunt for sand and bring home in small portions. spread it across the border is the real beginning of the Kolu. Now the way for the vehicles are made with chart papers, with the remaining papers street lights are made. We grow mustards 3 days before the kolu begins, so the new buds are found on the sands spread. Kudos what an achievement to see the new buds in the morning. We celebrate with a loud shout out. Touch it and get glued to it all day. It's a pride moment. I am not at all exaggerating these, it's soo real feeling of us. 

Small stones are picked and arranged and make sure we use wet soil to complete the hill and spatter the mustards and every day we used to water it nicely. un-invited guest - the red ants will be waiting for the seeds and buds. It didn't exist with our supervision. Finally, the fences are paper made and painted then the placing of houses trees, vehicles, workers, temple visitors. I missed the boats and fishes inside the tank !

Ah, the Kolu is completely ready for visitors now!

Every time it's such a colorful memory!

Photo Credits: Sundharadrusti

Transparent, Fulfilling, Adventures Droplets - RAIN

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Every Childhood phase is awesome, isn't it? we experience the world around us for the first time, with passionate thoughts, unanswered queries, beyond our knowledge ... These become our memories.

A fascinating memory is of course with nature and loved ones. Nature on its way remains as memories in every living being, however, it shares unique moments with each individual. Those are unforgettable memories for each one of us. 

 Essential elements for human life on its simple form are always beautiful. Breeze, clear blue sky, mud in the pot, candlelight, droplets. Longer memories are made by mostly the droplets in the form of rain. An Elixer of life is gifted with love for humans in the form of rain.start of rain, emerges with a unique fragrance, its a start of excitement for any individual - especially kids. 

We are excited to the core to see those first few droplets piercing the earth with chorus. we hide, we cover, we stay away to see the beauty of natural gift. whatever task we are involved in, we feel relieved while droplets reach the floor.

Children with more mischievous thoughts and uncontrollable energy watch the beauty fall with more curiousness. They welcome with crazy dance, high pitch scream... Adults embrace it and rejoice the memory they had earlier. whether it's straight from the sky, from the sunshades, from the corner of the shed, from the trees, leaves, whatever the shape is, everyone would love to watch the rain even its same kind of flow for about an hour. 

 Holding an umbrella and standing all alone in roadside, wearing a helmet along with raincoat and wait in an traffic signal[in front row], holding a loved ones hand and sit in front door of our home, Holding a hot fried food and have chit chat with friends & family, holding papers folded for preparing the temporary boats, holding the one end of rope of a plastic boat, all these makes humans a happy soul, which observe this fall and get lost in its calmness. 

 The smallest droplets sneaking a closed window, surprising droplets from roof to our cheeks or forehead, the splits from the impact to the ground are lovable kisses, isn't it? 

Puddles, the remains of the impacted droplets, remind us of the making of ships and boats with whatever floating materials we find. something has to float and come to us is all we want, even its a fast-flowing stream. Mothers play with all kinds of vessels or drums to collect water for domestic purposes. 

 Rain as a temporary fall or a storm, without shape and colorless always finds an irremovable colorful memories in our hearts.

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Sunrise or Sunset

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That evening we met after an elaborate longing, the distance between us ...felt like the air was so solid...With every moment filled with the wanting for more fragrance, those touches, those looks, started to walk towards home...as usual a conversation began with no reason, we diverted ourselves in search of deserted place ... talks began with studies, books, passion, job, even it got serious with plans on our space...a dream home, of course with a list of details.... all recorded deeply in heart...

We ended up in a cliff, holding the hands to ensure no air can pass in between, we sat on the usual rock, which always welcomes us, with cool breeze around without our knowledge the conversation was over, our soul started speaking instead, with overwhelming smiles and those looks ... 

While hearts remain close, we physically move away from each other ....just to get closer as much as possible ... it's a play our soul always wanted.

In the midst of this play, we noticed, nature was watching us all this time and imitated, showing us a romantic drama...

Sun's intensity suddenly begins to diminish, when the blue canvas hugs from back...  with a deep kiss the intensified sun begins to shy, it surrenders by transforming from yellow to orange to red to orange mixed magenta... and dissolves in the sky, which is no more blue as they both become one...To confess this love, space paints itself with magical gradients.

Within seconds drama is over, but it was a dawn for our converged soul.

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Inclusive - also this way!

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We usually would love to sit beside an open window and witness a world which has an eye of 3 x 4inches, in a city like Chennai, this is a blessing, as either we have the next house wall / our compound wall. more concrete than view of roadside or garden.

I was sitting on the old bed rolls topped on the unused chair. Yes, I was all free on a Sunday morning all fresh to watch a view on the roadside. It was a sunny day, as usual, few cycles and bikes were buzzing and crossing the road, not much people witnessed,  all were immobile, to stay lazy and purposefully stay on bed as much as we can...just to revenge last 6 working days.

An elderly man, he is nearing his 50ties was crossing the road with a round-shaped empty vessel in his hand. loosely held in one hand and holding the edge of his white dhoti on another hand, Walking with more caution looking either side of the empty road, wait for the small cycle riders and move on...With age and experience, he has nurtured to give time and space for others...

Opposite to the road was a milk vendor shop...a small hut and an improper wooden plank laid on a tree trunk... All cow owners will assemble there to extract milk and pour it to the large bi size aluminum vessel, from which the milk to share with the help of a measuring vessel.

From a small window, all I could see is the beginning of the backside of that stall...An old man in his 60ties, beautiful dark color, healthy without obesity, all his hair painted with pale white, without glasses was holding a rope on his one hand folded towards his hip...its for the calf which is wandering.......His eyes scanning this wandering calf and having a conversation with his peer.

This elderly man went directly to the old milkman, made him hurry to drop his long conversation with his peer. By hearing his bold bright voice, the brownish big cow turned all his ears towards him and started to raise even with the tightly tied small rope. Such a lovely gesture of a true lover. yes, this man and that cow are almost lovers, they can't stay without chatting and patting on back. they cant stay normal without seeing each other every day. Her calf has become the endearing pet.

Leaving the chat, Milkman gathered himself and took the vessel from him. To about to bend and sit on the position to extract milk as usual. Elderly man paid him. Milk Man was suspicious, still took it and nodded to him. Hesitatingly stood and turned towards the calf that was tied a couple of feet away. A cute little white calf was all ready to pierce the air and moving around too fast. Not at all having patience until the one short not is untied. As soon as the rope was loose, it ran towards its mother, kicked and started drinking. Gigantic cow was all happy and started licking her calf. Elderly man was too happy to see his lover in those joyous moments.

He yelled at the milkman, "why you are not leaving this young chap to have his milk?"

My witnessing soul was happier than ever before.

It has just witnessed a kind act, humanity in heart, inclusive behavior. These are from our roots too.

Conversation

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Always a planned shoot, but we get great pictures while we pack up!

I planned a week before to go to the beach and witness sunrise along with my beauty. From pitch dark to the first ray of light was an amusing journey that took place within seconds. Even a smart light might take time, witnessed an ever large light of rays emerging within seconds is a bliss to watch.

I was all set to compose the scene once I see the bright spot - The SUN! started taking pictures before the arrival, it's all magical colors, someone is painting live on the largest canvas of the world. Even a blink of eye will miss the magic.

after a few shots, I see humans around, but all I can feel and hear is the sound of waves. That beautiful conversation started once I took my first step where the wave ends.

I melted for those gentle touches. wanting more, I stepped in near, it felt like a hug. the one needed at that very much moment to start looking away from the blue canvas to the ground.

I sat in front of it, smiled, it too smiled with a long wave. every time it comes near take my questions and goes back....before expecting an answer it asks for more questions, I waited to complete all my questions, but it never waited to answer, later I realized letting out all questions is the answer for any quest we have. isn't it?

Here you witness that conversation...