Bittersweet Secrets

  As I perch on the charpoy my eyes quickly fall on the dark grey clouds adorning the sky's blueness. 

      My spirits race with joy and my mind dreams and longs for another cool downpour to dissolve the unbearable heat that prevails. My soul longs  to get a whiff of the fragrant rain drenched soil. My ears  have now wiretapped the acoustic medley of a   few cricket , frogs  and different species of  aves singing in unison, creating an orchestric feel to  the silent unstirred air .

        As I allow my eyes  to cherish the blissful nature, my mind and soul gets crumpled to see the gigantic golden ball of fire reigning supreme in it's place of honour again. The happy clouds have now drifted away . The birds too have suddenly become nonvocal. 

           I can feel my spirit crying inside but I do know that it is still anticipating the  aura of the fresh cool droplets along with their pitter pattering when they descend .

       

Cocktail Hour

 No stir in the air no stir in the  jungle , but  as lush as it should be. 

   The rain last night has cooled down the heated atmosphere a bit, with beautiful spectrums of light dawning the night sky and has even given a fresh hue of green to the dry tanned jungle. 

      It is now noon, people are locked down in their respective homes due to the troubleshooting  microbe Corona.  The phones are buzzing and the broadband  connectivity  is  soaring  to  great feats as people have now resorted to the trend known as work from  home. 

      One might wonder what the younger generation is doing at this hour. Well what else would they be doing other than keeping a couple  of checks, on the number of likes received on  social  media. But among this group there are a few who are glued in finishing a pile of selective books, perhaps learning to cook  some of  mom's or even  dad's signature recipes. Some who are proud owners of musical instruments are even  trying their hand to work up on some fresh tunes or even  find a nearly perfect  melody. 

      With all the quadruped polluting resources nestled in their garages the air is in its purest form. The jungle life is now  bustling with chirping of  unique species of aves ,the usual  cawing of peacocks as the non-tarred road is free from the hassles of  life. Wisps of cotton from the silk cotton tree sail about in the air. 

       The sky is  adorned with a combination of  pure white and  foxy grey clouds. There is immense peace and  if one gazes the sky ,all the sorrows and pains that is clasped in onself is sure  to  float away. 

       The  balmy breeze outside is the "Pied Piper of Hamelin" who has hypnotised all the leaves among the branches to dance to its melody. The fauna  seems to be enjoying  the cool  tranquility. The  cuckoo bird and  the  cricket seem to be elevating the atmosphere  with their  melody.

     Well even  I prefer to  be anonymous, allowing  my eyes to  feast the beauty  of  enthralling  nature. 

 Memories

   The question some people ask is that what do  we exactly mean by memories. Well if anyone asks me  I would just say that for me memories doesn’t mean the lyrics of a catchy song or a mere concept in Psychology. But for me memories are those unforgettable moments which even time or the most powerful force on earth can bring back.

There are particular fragrances or scents which remind us of different  events , settings and even the atmosphere of that particular day. In today’s era of mobile phones and the rising industry of social media, it is very easy to scroll up and down to get the captions and pictures of that day. 

How many of us actually take the time to sit down with a pile of photo albums or even with picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor? How many of us feel joy to look at the old black and white pictures or even the red tarnished sepia photos? I guess none. People think that our mindset is  still at heyday.

Whenever I pass through a place with many small interlinked roads my mind casually transposes to Kolkata and the only scene that flashes before my eyes are people on cycle rickshaws and small tea stalls on either side of the road where the typical Bengali milk tea is prepared and served in small Khudis [small earthen pots] and the sweet smell of shiuli lingering in the atmosphere.   

Whenever I go to St.Inez in Goa and pass by the house where I had spent my fun-filled childhood days I recollect the white apple tree from where I would pluck and eat the juicy white apples. This would be my afternoon ritual and even that I would try to aim on the star fruit tree with the help of stones to savour their sweet taste once ripened. I also recollect me gazing at the nest of the parrots high in the hole of the coconut tree .

Then comes the unforgettable fun of school and high school where we shared the homemade delicacies during recess, run ,play and even fall down and then head towards the first aid centre either to   seek  medication or to get away from a test for which we weren’t prepared for .

Those are MEMORIES for me. When I catch up with friends on social media or even meet them face to face those particular traits and mischievous tales just saunter up .

Now that I’m in Second year of college I recollect each and every bit of all those adventures and would cherish them. It’s time to go for another adventure and make them as memorable as the ones that have gone by.  

DARKNESS

  Darkness darkness everywhere. No light inside and no light outside . The generator of the housing complex I reside in has tripped .

     But amidst this darkness there is beauty. You must be wondering what beauty exists in darkness. Well the faint orange glow of the candle, the light of the fireflies, the dim light of the rechargeable light  and a few strikes of lightning not giving an awe strucking  sight but it is enough to  cheer your spirits from darkness.

  The wind I tell you is a naughty one with its spooky sound. The barking of the dog makes me wonder if Boo Radley  has spooked it by paying it a visit .

    At this juncture the candle has breathed its last and I can see only a faint of torch light emanating from my neighbor's hall.

      Even though the darkness looms on but there still is the DARKNESS

                 THE TORCH

                       AND OF COURSE

                               ME