In a home that I grew up in, where I learnt and unlearnt a great deal holds several distinctions. These distinctions are peculiar to me and me only in the sense that they treasure several of my moments. Years later, on a very casual morning on the way to yet another routine, I remembered them all. More so, they found me, galloped at me and left me in absolute awe.
The first among them all, is a huge Peepal Tree.
Its branches so receptive and enormous, that they would sweetly enter the balcony of my house. It would slither several leaves for me, at the end of the day. Some fresh, some dried, some in between. I would selectively pick a few, and even more selectively place them in the books that I could find. Now, these books, they were all the more selective - it had to be those heavy, yellow coloured, Phone Directory / Index books. Whatever reasoning I used to select the leaves among the few I shortlisted, I do not remember now, however, they would be placed, neatly, in utmost precision that the leaf would be structured in the center. I would then position the book where it came from, forgetting all about it, until I had to repeat this event. On days where Appa or Amma had to use the Index book, I would flip through the thousands of pages, to find the leaf, The Leaf, My Leaf. Look at it, at how it has changed, with layers and patterns clearing out through the veins. How, at each point in time, all that was spoken about in the Biology class about leaves, started to make more sense. It was as though, there lay a silent dialogue, between the tree and I, over the years.
The second was that particular road that peaked from around the corner of my School.
Every morning, I would peep through the very minimal of details I would grasp upon as we turned towards the wide gates that opened up to the school campus. For days, months and years together, I wondered what the road beyond school had in store. I held this urge only during those brief moments every morning. Post that, my mind would completely wander off with all the other necessary/ inevitable plethora of thoughts and tasks. However, those moments each morning, the magnitude of the urge contained in me is unexplainable. I did however traverse that road, I do not remember when, for the curiosity now evaporated hasn't even left me with a memory to hold. But those mornings, I will remember them, for all those years, it was the urge of the day, every morning.
The third and the fourth and the fifth...
I'm still in awe of the first. Maybe it is because of the association to the place and people. Maybe it is a matter of time.
The Sun is out today,
The Snow is vanishing,
However,
It made a necessary shift.
Like the necessary breath between high notes, this sun, this day,
For me to go back, in order to move forward.
Love.
The Third of February 2019
5:57 pm
The first among them all, is a huge Peepal Tree.
Its branches so receptive and enormous, that they would sweetly enter the balcony of my house. It would slither several leaves for me, at the end of the day. Some fresh, some dried, some in between. I would selectively pick a few, and even more selectively place them in the books that I could find. Now, these books, they were all the more selective - it had to be those heavy, yellow coloured, Phone Directory / Index books. Whatever reasoning I used to select the leaves among the few I shortlisted, I do not remember now, however, they would be placed, neatly, in utmost precision that the leaf would be structured in the center. I would then position the book where it came from, forgetting all about it, until I had to repeat this event. On days where Appa or Amma had to use the Index book, I would flip through the thousands of pages, to find the leaf, The Leaf, My Leaf. Look at it, at how it has changed, with layers and patterns clearing out through the veins. How, at each point in time, all that was spoken about in the Biology class about leaves, started to make more sense. It was as though, there lay a silent dialogue, between the tree and I, over the years.
The second was that particular road that peaked from around the corner of my School.
Every morning, I would peep through the very minimal of details I would grasp upon as we turned towards the wide gates that opened up to the school campus. For days, months and years together, I wondered what the road beyond school had in store. I held this urge only during those brief moments every morning. Post that, my mind would completely wander off with all the other necessary/ inevitable plethora of thoughts and tasks. However, those moments each morning, the magnitude of the urge contained in me is unexplainable. I did however traverse that road, I do not remember when, for the curiosity now evaporated hasn't even left me with a memory to hold. But those mornings, I will remember them, for all those years, it was the urge of the day, every morning.
The third and the fourth and the fifth...
I'm still in awe of the first. Maybe it is because of the association to the place and people. Maybe it is a matter of time.
The Sun is out today,
The Snow is vanishing,
However,
It made a necessary shift.
Like the necessary breath between high notes, this sun, this day,
For me to go back, in order to move forward.
Love.
The Third of February 2019
5:57 pm