All posts tagged: Rain

A date with Pluto

Lets start from where we ended. For twenty-seven nights, I was the only one living in a wooden balcony that hung facing the jungle on a whole mountain. The moon that I saw on the forehead of a mother in the town, i saw a similar one on my lover. But her eyes were set against the only window the first night. Pink walls. She told me she wants to scream. Now! I said. She smiled. Fire. She kept looking in my eyes and started screaming. I closed my mouth. I opened my eyes. It was winters. It was cold. And you know when it is winters and when it is cold how heavy the rains hit. It confuses the heart. It was sunny next day. Pluto arrived. Nara, let’s go meet the man who sneezes forty times. He does that once daily. We left the two limping dogs behind. It was a beautiful walk. We reached. We sat outside Daulat Ram’s home in his garden on uncomfortable plastic chairs. An old brown cow whose …

Pond of the Frogs

Writing from Kaushik’s village home in Jhargram. Its night. Light has come after nine hours. I have cooked six packets of maggie. I want to eat it all tonight. Kaushik has gone to get McDowell’s rum. Its my last night. We are partying. It must have been the same week as @a letter to my friend Meanwhile, I should share this adventure, a scene with you that happened in the evening. – I am fortunate to have spent a memorable time under the west Bengal clouds these monsoons. The blue sky had just slept and drizzling took a break from firmly falling for days. I went out for a small walk. The air was still muggy. Balconies were empty. Drops were still falling from the sides of the roofs. Yellow bulbs have taken a stand and noises came of television and a sole cooker. I took a right turn. Once football field by now had nature-d into a full filled country pond. I was awed to see the amount in which the frogs have gathered tonight. They …

A letter from Bengal

State Highway number 9 Silda Football ground, West Bengal Sharing this letter i wrote to a dear friend while i was away. -. Rain was never far behind. This happened to be the highlight of my journey. I knew it ended right there with this photograph. I realized home is calling. Travels have not been too comfortable but its liberating to learn that i could come to west bengal at this time as the rains don’t have much time to move ahead or to stop, Fields are just too green everywhere, and roads connecting villages are too red, pond’s are just too filled, and women and young girls in them, makes me feel at times, its worthless to get educated and get conscious of your own being. The only thing one has to learn is the language of the world that has no word in it. And yes the cows, ducks, hen and chickens and the goats, they are in plenty lazing around, sleeping, staring, fearing, grazing, walking, running on road and off it. This …