Snow in India .3.1.

. 3.1.

Amrita ran and ran and each step she took, the warm earth pressed against her feet, filling the gaps between her toes with reddish clay. She bounded across the fields, flinging her tight ponytail away from her face. And there in front of her were the cotton fields, that stretched as far as her little body could see. Yet all she saw was that one cotton flower that had been lifted by a current of warm air, and the rest was just there. Laying there, seen and yet unseen at the same time.

At the edge of the fields, stood a haggard old missionary church, worn down by pillagers and time, till all that remained was an empty shell filled with voices of school children. That was a make shift school for all the children in the village. It had been Amrita’s school for the past three years, and she rushed in, taking her place in the room by the door.

They were being taught the weather that day. There was the sun, the rain, the clouds, the wind, and there was snow. No one knew what that was. The lady who taught them said, “Well, it is something you get when it is cold.” “Colder than when it rains all night and day?”, asked the children.
“It comes from the sky, when the rain freezes,”
“So snow would hurt?”
“No. It is light and soft, like the cotton in the fields.”

The Light in the Pond .2.

Aque lived in a deep, dark blue pond. And she was happy there. But what made her happier was the way the sunlight hit the surface of the water every single morning. They glistened and and rippled through the surface. Each time she swam to touch it, the crystals of light would shatter and dissolve into the waters.Aque knew that there was something more than just the deep, dark blue waters around her. There were those trinklets of light that were so elusive, within her reach and yet outside her grasp. Aque was certain that outside these waters, there was an entire world filled with these precious lights. She felt that only when she could see the light outside these waters would she have gained the most beautiful and meaningful thing in life.Aque told Seahorse of her wish, to leave the deep dark waters for the crystals. Seahorse never saw these crystals before, but was bought over by the beauty of it as well.

the following day, seahorse decided he had to take a peek at these gems of light. He swam and he swam to the surface. As he begun to feel faint, as he was too close to the surface, he finally saw the light rays streaming through the water. And there basking in the light was Aque. She was bathed in this aura of sunlight.

Seahorse never felt so contented in his life. Though the sight was short-lived, it was one never to be forgotten. He was glad that he could see those light rays, and that Aque fufilled her dreams of reaching the source of it.Little did he know, Aque had swam too close to the surface, for too long. The only way she could have reached the surface, was if she had died, and floated her way up.

Urban Rants .1.

What do you see yourself as in the future? Perhaps a career woman, juggling a job of minimum satisfaction with moderate pay returns. Having a family of four, doing the dishes every night, screaming at Chris, the elder son, to do the dishes and tying your little Sandra’s ponytail. The sometimes great sex with your best friend The Husband. Warding off unwanted yet innocent advances from your nineteen year old hormone-charged gardener. Looking after your doddering parents who ever so often give valuable advice that you chuck down the gutter. Practicing the “I’m so much older than you, dears.” on your children, ignoring all the wisdom there is in an innocent child’s mind. Feeling happy, feeling sad. Feeling stressed. Feeling excited. Feeling anxious, feeling grumpy. Feeling hopeful, feeling lost. Feeling feeling feeling.

Then there’s the sitting down and wondering how this all came to be.

It could have been so different, there could have been nothing. You could be alone in this world forever. Lousy desk job, un-married, childless, broke. Worst still, a virgin. What then? What lies ahead of a life like that? Imagine being in the same bedroom you have had since you were thirteen. The same bed that looked towards the pictures and clippings that you kept. Pictures that had turned yellow, tossed aside, new ones put up and yellowed as well. It is as if the entire world that turned, but you alone had remained like it was before. You lift your wearied hands and try to push the earth around. “Make it spin, make it spin,” you say. But it just would not budge. It is the earth you know.