And life goes on ...

"There was a child, Once upon a time... "

cancel, (lights off, camera close ) cut.. sounding morelike old fairy tales lulled with lullaby. “wo kagaz ki kasti…” oozing through the dreamy sunrise of misty autumns, smelling earth.

better let's start this way ...

“Autumn loneliness

Finding your postcard

From Manhattan”

As a matter of fact, to be precise, there remains a child in every human heart, a small child, bare footed, running behind a kite, just dismissed from its own thread of reality and dangling in the thin air of uncertainty and falling down. Fall, fall, fall, fall through the moist sunlight, falling from the branches of dried mango trees, suddenly a fresh gush of air, pushed it up again, for a few seconds, again towards the misty muddy red soil.

There were palms, green tapioca fields, wild poison ivy entangled with lemon grass leaves, infecting the whole area with a bewitched attraction of wildness. Fresh green palm leaves, spreading its wings though the air, reclaiming its own aerial zone, lost in the last summer, for thatching the village roofs. Nights were calm and chilled with memories of life left behind. Life that lost control in the upwind, uprooting, and searching a new destination, among devastation.

“Waiting for moonrise

The man on the yellow cart

Whistles Puccini”

He walked into and it happened; like the wild weed with the fresh monsoon; like wild green poison ivy, attracting maddening crowd of greener gleam. Like a dream dreamt last night, faded into the bed spread, infecting like virus all over the green tapioca field. Like the nectar of palm oozing through the cut-throat, at the onset of winter, collected in smaller earthen pot to intoxicate in the mild warmth of daylight of reality and then falling deep asleep into earthen thatched roof mud-hut. Life begets life.

“Ice fishing

Father teaching his son

Silence”

Silence as if ‘all quiet in the western front’, village front of dirty mind-boggling melodrama, took place in the last life. Still silence prevails. And life goes on and on and on through misty darkness.

“There were no monarch butterflies yet

Blue patch
Through the clouds
Promises to keep”