Ground zero

4th October…,,on a bright ..and warm morning…

I stood …there staring at the freedom tower..as it is called now…

Or ground zero..,

When our friends Ahluwalia’s said…we will be going here…I was just curious…to see..that carnage spot

But…when I stood there…it all came back to me…those flights…those people jumping off..folks running…the clouds of dust…the utter confusion..

There were hundreds of people around me..some going for work..& lots of travellers like us..

But…all I could hear was silence…

I was called for a pic…posed… but my smile had vanished ..

At that moment..I realised..what it is to be a world citizen..

You don’t have to be an American …to feel what Americans felt that day..

You stand there…& if you are a human..even today …you feel the pain..

It is resounding…something echo’s there..

I just turned off my face…&

As I gazed..,I saw this..,

in search….of American dream.,,,

I felt drained.,& sat on a bench..,,

That’s when I saw…the plants on the fence being trimmed …those twigs were thrown…I picked up one just like that…because the bluish indigo flower was still fresh…I can’t resist flowers..then I noticed half dried pod of seeds on the same twig ..,

I said to myself…I will not buy any stuff which is sold in kiosks…instead I’ll take these seeds to Bangalore..

I told the same to Vijayashankara..he gave me a tissue …wrapped it & put it inside my purse..

Once I reached home..first thing I did was to plant them…

This morning…,

My bluish indigo girl…has bloomed in our home..,

A bit of ground zero…is here with us…

For all those who perished on that day…forever …you are all in our memories…

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Morning with a wagtail

While sitting in your garden…

Expect the unexpected…

All of a sudden..a wagtail alights in front of me…

And walks all around mehops…from one place to other…trying to pick some little stuffa bit of standing water…decides to clean up its face

all the time…I never moved…

As they say..if you have to see the bird…learn to be silent…

for a moment..he/she realised I was sitting there…

But not much of reaction from either of us..

Then it sung a short melodious song..& much later I realised..it was answering the mate…who was singing from a nearby tree…

And then it flew away…

Pink flowers of December

Bangalore..has flowers..for every month…

Yellow..red…orange..pinks …purple…& many more..

But December & January is the time for variety of pinks …

earlier…they were all over…thanks to the urbanisation…these trees are becoming fewer by the day…

so …when I see them I don’t miss that opportunity to click!

they are in clusters…bell shaped…

from far…they look bright pink.,,

But from near…the pinks have a purplish tinge…stand underneath the tree…a delicate fragrance wafts in..

and as the wind blows…those flowers falling on you gently …makes one feel good..

As we got into the car…the tree next to the park was also retiring for the night..

Birds..& bees had gone..

And a tea cup white moon…shone through her…her guardian angel for the night…

Solitude

Me time…in a solitary place …is solitude ..to me …

Nothing abnormal about it…

Nothing lovely about it..

It is sensible…a must…for everyone..

No need to go faraway …to find that!

A corner..a nook at home is all one need..

I have one ..my balcony..

But my old tree ..never leaves my side..

She spreads out her branches all over …

Covering my balcony..like a screen …

She is my eternal company…

And.. she has a huge heart…

She gives place to butterflies…birds..dragonflies to rest…

So ..basically it is a crowd… but the thumb rule is silence …

Not a word spoken..

By ..me…

Or the butterflies..,

Or the birds…

Or the leaves…

Or the mother tree…

But …

We are all there…yet not there…

Silence is what makes a company more interesting..& soothing ..

My quiet & beauteous companion..for few minutes..

KOMOREBI

We all need some KOMOREBI…

Plants..trees..leaves..birds…butterflies…flowers…fruits… & us….

We all need that morning sunshine to get ourselves going…

As the sun light passes through us…we living beings….feel better…

Japanese…call it KOMOREBI…,

We simply say basking in the tender …soothing morning light.,,

This morning was one such dawn…a cold December day…

Everything under that warmth …looked extraordinary…

The snake plant…

Or

This badminton ball like fallen thing from the old park tree

Or the tiny tailorbird…very slyly having a morning dip…in the water collected in the marigold pot

Or

This beautiful butterfly…..so lost in the warmth of sunshine…right next to me..

It was just the morning stillness…morning vibes…morning coziness…morning peace…

All thanks to Mr.Sun….

What if he never rose one morning!

One December sunset

Once I saw a chimpanzee …

gaze at a particularly beautiful sunset

for a full 15 minutes,

watching the changing colors [and then]

retire to the forest

without picking a pawpaw for supper..

Adriaan Kortlandt

Sunset…,can do that anyone…

As the dark & light..mixed & blended..

As the horizon…shone in many colours…

As the evening light gave way …to night…

As the owlets…got ready for their night out

as the lady walked past us …with her cattle…

as we had our cuppa & shared some coffee with a stray…

As the god settled down for night

With the night falling….

Stars faintly shining….

December chill… filled the air …

If there is a god ..we see each day…it is sun…I thought to myself…

As we drove back home….

Fair & her colours

An yearly affair….

A fair at a nearby temple..

My first visit was last year..

I had never been to one..so my first visit was interesting…

So this year went again..

Not disappointed at all

same stalls…same stuff…same aromas…

But…something likeable is in the air..

as the crowd increases..by night..one somehow gets drawn into that sea of people…

Taking in the sights…you walk & walk along with the crowd…you become one of them…

And…the colours…the everyday stuff…the mundane loooks special..,

the stall with earrings…looks attractive

The bangle kiosk

The chains

The plastic stuff otherwise you may not glance..stands out

The little girls stuff

Then the street food,,..beckons you…

I’m always wary about having some…

But gave into the temptation!

Everything there is cheap…mayn’t last more than few days..

But just that joy of picking up at a fair…

Some items were popular..like these cushions

But there is something for all..something one needs…

Like I was looking for earthen lamps…& found nice ones..4 for just 10 rs

A terracotta lantern….

And some tapioca chips..for my helps…

As we moved towards the exit road…

I noticed a corner with all gods…even god wouldn’t understand the complicated world of his here!

Yes we have that many…gods..

They were all on floor..no hang ups…& no issues..

It is us..who create all the drama!

Like wise ..the vendors…very different from each other

sitting together…& getting on with their business….

That is then I realised ….

A fair is like catharsis!

Releases all your tensions….& at least for few minutes…that feeling ..we as human beings enjoy little things more..

One December evening at raagi gudda jathre…