Please read this and stay safe
It is a hot summer day and the plants are waiting for you to water them. Duty-bound as you are, you have already got up, and are pulling the lines of rubber pipes that would carry life giving water to each of those trees and shrubs that you had lovingly planted.
The strip of land that you had bought long back brings back memories of your youth. You had never known then that at one point of time you would come back to this very strip and grow plants in abundance, so much so, that the sun would need to take an appointment if he wanted to grace you with his sunshine. You wander among the bushes to do the final round of checks to see that these pipes have not got entangled and are laid properly and would not damage the fledgling bushes that you had taken so much care to bring up in the last few weeks.
All looks proper as you survey the long network of pipes neatly laid out that would now start transporting the water as it gushed through them. You take the shovel in your hand to make the finishing touches for plants around their roots so that they could have more water as it would come in turns towards them.
The wind is gently blowing carrying it with shades of warm and cool air, as it sifts through the dense network of branches and leaves. There are some sparrows on the ground chit chatting and waiting for you to turn on the motor so they could enjoy frolicking in the water that would present itself at any moment from now before them.
A squirrel jumps just in time, as you make your way toward the shed that lodges the motor pump that would draw the water from the pond. In the olden days, you had to be alert as there were no pipes and then canals made out of the sand would do their job in assisting you with the gardening process. You had to be on the look out lest any of those sand canals would give away before your very eyes.
You switch on the motor, amble across to the bushes till someone who watches you loses sight of you. You take the end of the rubber hose and start watering the plants, the roots, the branches and the leaves and sometimes playfully at the sparrows who all love you for what you are…
An excellent post from the naturalist Sara Wright.
Walking hours nay days in rustling grass
I arrive at the bottom of a watch tower.
I am not sure dear should I climb them
I ask to none being lost in this jungle.
The bottle slung with water long gone
Slinging berries on the way didn’t help.
Now and then distant roars evokes fear
Just as my aching feet cry out for rest.
I hope to get some rest as I climb up
Away from the wild roaming animals.
We can run no more dear say my legs
Much less walk or any such feat.
These steps are the last I assure
Till help arrives or a miracle dawns.
I climb up on to the watch area
Where sits an old smiling jaguar.
So you arrived visitor, welcomes he
How can he talk in my sweet tongue?
This must be a jungle dream for me
come true with jingles for wild him.
Look I have come for rest, plead I
And I frequent here for old prey.
Pray could you spare me please
And how would that benefit me?
Say I could not offer you much
But in you is an offer good to resist.
Sad not any more, we are two souls
Awaiting a new life as we wait.
You died long ago in this misty woods
I waited like a mystic here for prey
Till death found me before I could pray…
Enough now time for a change
Get out from your cosy bed
Go on a walk or a jog or a run
Turn blind to whatever distracts
The television or your cell phone.
Look at the trees and the birds
The Sky and the floating clouds
Into the eyes of those who bypass
Pass a dear smile for who knows
They need it just as you needed
This morning freshen up walk.
Now did someone play the piano?
not sure how long and who it was
I could hear it every time at dusk
just as the sun silently did vanish.
Who could it be, as I enter the room
someone playing it has stopped now
I can not see anyone and a thing
but a chair facing the silent piano.
I climb up the stairs rickety with age
holding the carved wood to keep both
Mental balance as I step on the edge
I hear someone singing an old lullaby.
Who could it be, as I enter the room
one who sang it has now stopped
I can not see anyone and a thing
but a cradle facing a worn out bed.
I rush down the stairs in fright
I can hear the cradle rocking now
I rush across and out of the house
Eerie house started the piano again.
A professor when he was on the verge of retirement dream’t of coaching eager students in his now soon to be retired life, so he thought, as he drove back from college on one of his last days.
He called up one of his old students who now worked in the press to put up a classified in the morning newspaper that would advertise his skills in accountancy as a tutor.
A few days back, 3 girls, all of them pals, came to his house for coaching as exams were just a few months away but they saw a padlock greeting them on his door. They went away sadly as they could not meet the tutor who dream’t of teaching even in his retired life.
After a week they came again to inquire and this time they found him waiting and ready to teach. Not wasting much time, he taught the nuances about all he knew about the subject in those few months.
The girls loved him for his knowledge and more than that, the way he imparted it to them, making it look so easy. If only, they thought, all of the professors they met were like him.
On the day of the results, our girls were mighty thrilled and why wouldn’t they as the results outdid their expectations and they hurried to their old mentor to convey the great news but sadly the padlock greeted them this time too and they lingered on for him to arrive, for quite some time.
But arrive, he never did that day, and as it was late, the trio went back sadly each to their own homes. The next dawn they went back again to see the house still locked as they found it the earlier day. This time they inquired about his whereabouts with his not so near neighbors, only to know that he had passed a few months away…
Some good souls linger on to complete an unfulfilled wish…
The far end of Vembanad LakeCruising pictures from the LakeCouple of hours in the morning boatIt was cold when we started at 8 amThe boat makes its way out into the lakeThe Sun setting at Marari beach, Mararikulam, close to AlleppeyThe day winding up at this sideThe surf making beachTalking while wetting your feetIs the sea or the beach largerThe SunSandSeaMan’s imprints are temporary. Nature’s is permanentThe might of the silent sea. If only we can learn from it.The metallic colors of the shining Sea.It was a 2 day trip from our travel base at Kumarakom.
A shop keeper was getting old
He used to be a lot charitable
But offlate he was needing it
Now that new ones sprouted
Not many frequented his shop
He did not sell modern goods
His grocery was way too limited
What he had been selling all along
But he persisted on with little profit
His shop and his stock became old
Many needy came to him for help
He started giving what his shop could
One day finally the shop had nothing
Except his faith and lots of patience.
A boy one day came and sat next to him
There is nothing here to give you dear
I am not here to take but to give you
Take this jaggery sell it and pay me
After I come back after a month
Saying so he unloaded a gunny sack
And left our shopkeeper wondering
He kept the jaggery cubes for sale
After keeping some in the sack
Wondering if anyone would buy it
From the next day people flocked to him
For it disappeared from the stocks
Of nearby shops who could not try
To replenish it much as they wished
And wonder of wonders what a sack
It never emptied just like mothers love.
He prospered and waited for the boy
The boy appeared and asked for his sack
Filling it with salt he left with a smile…