Monsoons are coming, Or are they ?
They say that this year it’ll not rain but the skies are going to weep. Clouds have arrived two weeks early. Even the universe knows, that this time children are angry, they are not participating in anything. All are quiet and vulnerable.
Few years ago, i travelled through Rural Bengal once in majestic Indian Monsoons. Being there it felt like my soul grew while in only seeing the earth showing her abundance, her happiness. So much went inside me then that i had to write a letter to a friend who sat far. Not to tell her as such, but to learn myself what was going.
Clouds have arrived, I knew it ended right there with this photograph. I realised home is calling.
Silda Football Ground
Rain was never far behind. This happened to be that moment of my journey. This tree felt home away from home.
Travels have not been too comfortable but its liberating to learn that i could come to west bengal at this time. Clouds don’t seem to be moving ahead but are moving, and moving in circles. Fields are just too green everywhere, and roads connecting villages too red. Pond’s are over filled, and women, girls in them makes me feel at times, its worthless to get educated and get conscious of your knowledge. The only thing one has to learn is the language of the world that has no place for words in it. And yes the cows, goats, buffalos, ducks, hen and chickens are in plenty lazing around, sleeping, staring, fearing, grazing, walking, running on the road and off it. This part of the countryside has filled me with pride of some unknown sense or probably i am feeling just too free on this stretched journey after Bihar. Everything has been like an ongoing painting for me.
For the first time looking out at the landscape made me think of poems that i have not written. No painting or a photograph will fill the feeling of how i felt at that particular moment when i saw this beautiful long haired santhali woman bathing in the country side pond behind the palm trees. As I rode my bicycle i kept trying to look back at her, but i couldn’t as that one tree kept coming between us. As it stood with its mammoth bark, the world moved inside me. I cycled. Soon came another pond where i saw two women, far walking in tandem carrying filled earthen pots on their heads to home. Daily routine. Yet I realised in that moment, them taking water from the source to their home is so important for the whole universe to keep moving, form changing with each forward step like life moving, slowly becoming out of small proportions into one big entity. So important for those earthen pots to be used. For the water to go in various houses, different blood streams, yet becoming one. Everything is present and its not, everything is true yet it is not. That moment I just wanted to stand and see nature, to drink everything that wants to work through me.

Dear M, I should talk about it and not just write and i wont even write about all the people i met all this while like mama and her two little daughters in Bankura, it will take too long and this reliance connection has not been too reliable off-late.
But you know M, every single body has been so gentle that it is melting me to even think of leaving. Bangla has not been in anyway a hindrance not that i know it all, i don’t know it at all apart from a few sentences but my guide for past 26 days has become one of my best ever co-traveller. I feel i owe him a lot and nothing too. What i owe him is just the love i can give back to him.
Have been in mao-ist area for past 2 weeks almost and even got into a little bit of tension one after other three times, all because of this camera i carry. The third happened just yesterday when i wanted to photograph a snake crossing the street, and it irked one man out of many. Only because i was a traveller like none other, thinking to have self learnt the art of loving and leaving well. All ended in peace as others came forward in my defence considering my harmlessness after a point.
Well, now when you have told me about your job down there very far, i wonder when and how i can come and spend my time with you. And well, i didn’t laugh at your dream.
Love from a little hut with many children running clothe-less, its raining.
Nara
June 2011
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And today as i post this, i just wish that when this year the rain comes, it washes our minds, our uncertainties and troubles. That it counters the venom that the world has seen all in 2020. May we come out new and happy like children bathing in a village pond.
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Your photos are stunning.
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Rebecca, Thank you. Happy that you liked the photographs.
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Black n white pictures are always classic . Hope the rains washes away the virus too .
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Yes Ranjini. Rains are here and i hope that it brings people some shanti, some happiness.
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Let’s hope the best !
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Sigh. This was just beautiful.
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Lia. Thank you for reading. Yes, for me those days travelling around the land was insightful.
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What a touching and beautifully expressive piece. I love the tree it is truly amazing. Life giving and sustainability for our earth. I loved the description of the women bathing in the ponds and the women filling their earth molded pots with water. May your prayers be answered regarding these difficult times. Love 💕 to you my friend from the US in North Carolina. May the remainder of your journey be blessed.
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So lovely to have you here. Welcome. Thank you so much for your blessings. But i feel nothing will happen only by my prayers. Every human has to come together to pray and wish that this vibe, this virus washes away.
Love from the Himalayas !
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You are so welcome. I am glad you feel safe and I do believe you are right that God is in control and praying is so important. I pray for everyone’s safety. I am sending love from North Carolina. I bet it is beautiful where you are. 🌺🌸🤗 love Joni
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Receiving it here in the Himalayas. It is very much dear Joni. Love to you.
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Deep post you have!
https://getthemysteriousblogger.com/2020/01/26/when-the-rains-end/
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Thank you dear Halbarbera
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Your writing was what I needed to rejuvenate me. It did . This should become a full length book or photography collection in the future.
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Thank you. I was searching for your name. Felt like knowing the person reading me deeply.
A full length book you mean with this post or how ?
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A full length book of your collective travels over the years.
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Lets see Prithvi, what future holds.
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My full name is Prithvijeet Sinha
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👍Beautifully presented 🤗
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Thank you Aushi
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Always welcome 🤗😄😄
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I am in love with you and your words. Thank you. ❤️
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Surrendered. Summer. I think it should rain today. You have my heart. Thank you.
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Heart touching and beautiful 🙂
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Makes me smile to read this early morning. Thank you Priyanshi.
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Wonderful!
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Luisa, lovely to have you. Thank you.
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Your writing here is transcendent and the photos are stunning! A really enjoyable post to read. 😀👍💛👊🎉💟💯
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Pleasure Darell. Thanks
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Your welcome Narayan!
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Congratulations! I have nominated you for the KENNEDY AWARD OF EXCELLENCE – please check out the following link to my blog post under the same name for details: https://darellphilip.wordpress.com/2020/06/17/kennedy-award-of-excellence/?preview=true
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Hey, thank you so much for this nomination Darell. Humbled you thought of this. Thanks.
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Narayan, it did no take me very long to see that the content and quality of the work here is one which deserved further recognition and so this was the least I could do! I look forward to reading your response to the questions upon acceptance of the award! 😀🙏💛👊🎉💟💯
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I am delighted to receive it Darrell. It gives me a chance to answer some questions I like it. And to interact with everyone in a newer way. I will accept it soon, just have to finish some pending works.
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No problem Narayan. I look forward to reading your response when you’re ready! 😀🙏💛👊🎉
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Beautiful photos and writing, I enjoyed your blog post very much.
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Thank you for coming over, and kind words here Dear Gai.
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You are very welcome Narayan
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Love the story and the photos! The black and white really works well.
Dwight
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Thanks for coming Roth, and having your words rest here. It is strange that Black n’ white seem to have more life than actual Color Photographs.
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You are welcome. I have found that Black and White is a good way to preserve old faded color photos. With the iPhone, I can take a digital photo and change it to b&w and with some enhancements make it about as good or better than the original.
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I really like iPhone editing software. Particularly how i can get deeper tones in b/w in it. Never in history a human had such luxury of thought, connectivity and options 🙂
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Your are right! It is hard to imagine how far we have come from film photography! Now every person becomes a photographer!
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hey Dwight. Took some time to write to you here.
Well, you know every person might be a photographer of self but having so many images all across platforms have also developed in people a sense of composing, light observations as well understanding the good from average 🙂 I think a good photographer need not worry. He is bound to stand out and become better.
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Yes, I agree. Photography is an art that is special and whether in composition of the shoot or the creative adjustments in the photo editor, you can tell the difference between average and very good photographers. Thank you for your thoughts
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