Saturday, February 13, 2010

I love...



The beauty of the subject... the vast expanse of golden-brown and blue-grey and two people in love...
My gratitude to them... to the photographer... to National Geographic collection
(-received in a fwd mail)

A few coriander flowers...


(clicked by a friend Subodh- Thanks:)

Friday, February 12, 2010

A few coriander flowers...




Its so curious... one can resist tears and behave very well in the hardest hours of grief... but then ... someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer ... and everything collapses.
- Colette


Ah my long forgotten and much loved quote! capturing that nostalgic sense of past... the dusty, the windy alleys...
All it took a few coriander flowers to bring the entire cupboard of memories tumbling down upon me. I didn't mean to do so... I would have let it be, sleeping in the corner....
A few blossoming sunflowers nudged them and a few coriander flowers were all it took!!

The microscopic past zoomed in with those sweet little things...adults walk over, walk past,... but a child stops, widened eyes, fascinated... to pick up wild flowers with amazing colors and no-names...

Bestowed with the blessing of a green thumb, from mother nature, what i sow, plant, nurture- usually heal, grow, flourish! So I would plant a garden- not the manicured kind, but the wild riots of colors type... my faith will try to grow anything and every thing which took my fancy. Plants often honored my innocence, by budding (to the astonishment of onlookers and teasers) and I would be the one to dart from the bed, first thing in the morning to be their audience, notice their bloom... notice the dews on the leaves and the wires...
oh its deep within me, saved, i can still smell it!

A life time back, years were made up of foggy school-goings, bored summer holidays, rainfall puddles and vibrant freshness, spring and autumn visiting in between... and few days of exams and year long relaxation...!! No tuition / music/ maths/ dance/ physics/ piano/ swimming/ what-not classes for me, going in and out of the revolving door of endless running but not moving... I had all the time in the world to lie on my back, watch gloriously blue sky, feel the sun on my skin and wind in my hairs...
(I would love to join few of these classes now, but one-at-a-time... leave my childhood, my freedom alone!)
Life was full of friends like the neighbour's cow Nancy, who will rush to the calls of a little girl, offering tiny fistful of greenest grass and loads of love... heart wrenching calls of my intelligent parrot who won't like me parting for school... few short term pet puppies borrowed from their road-side moms, whom my mother will let go, once i am off to school... and occasional close encounters with the charming snakes...

It all seems like another era... I felt homesick ... for an idea of 'home' belonging to a past gone by... for one shifts houses, moves cities, friends lose touch, cousins get married get busy, parents get old, one grows up!!
But my grateful heart wanna send love notes to a time when childhood was given a chance, a chance to live, to love existence, to thrive in communion... and adulthood not force-fed!!!