Ganga had come late to school today also. The teacher chided her for being late every now and then. She was late most of the days in a month, let alone some days when she was absent. The only municipal school that stood at the periphery of the village had an assortment of pupils drawn from various walks of life from the village residents.
Little did the teacher know that Ganga’s day started at 4 in the morning. She had to supply milk from Lalchand Seth’s diary to around 25 households which used to get over by 5:30 and go to Ratan Seth’s house to wash and clean the dishes. Today the teacher had had enough and decided to give the punishment to the little girl. As she stretched out our hands for the cane to land, the teacher’s eyes fell upon the marks on the hands. It was full…
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The green grass is trampled upon The shrubs wither due to lack of care The bushes catch fire as they flourish The flowers sit in glamour vases Till they slowly wither away The trees stand still, fall after fall Till one day they too meet theirs What different does it make If born a plant or as a human? We share a similar biology Be it Botany or Zoology…
Sometimes a visual disaster comes as a hidden blessing. At times, you never know how the Lord appears to mend your lives. I hope you enjoy this on the occasion of Good Friday.
I took off fast on my horse when I saw the forest on fire You, who had ventured deep amidst the pines, a while ago dried as they were in the heat scorching it was, this summer a fire had started somewhere had built itself now into a crown.
The logs of timber reduced to tinder the horse though nervous did speed through streaks of fire amid crashing pine the dense smoke had made us to wheeze wasn’t getting difficult for us both could we surrender to the elements? when you were there somewhere lost yet near, waiting to be found.
As we gate crashed the rising flames we did spy a patch of grass where you were seen lying unable to move with a heavy branch having fallen that felled you as it came down Tying the rope to the half burnt log I asked my dear steed to back off And then was, the tinder got moved.
I pulled dear you from underneath Just as the fire seemed to engulf us all ‘Down you kneel’ I cried out to the horse Helping you who could not now stand to mount the stallion who was once a part of a long forgotten battalion then I jumped on to the stirrup And how we sped, only the Lord knows.
With the fire singing on our heels He stopped only when we were out of the woods which had caught fire But it kindled the lost love in us never any fire can burn it down nor the earth can engulf us down partners we were, we will remain Till these burnt woods remain…