Reminisces of a daughter....

She stands amidst the forgotten ruins…tall and proud,
Soaking in the history of the mossy walls all around….

She glances at the horizon, and feels the vast sky,
And the patterns of the white clouds, as they pass by....

The lone white kite that flies high above; and her memory awakes,
She remembered him whispering, as his husky voice shakes..
“The kite flies against, and not with the wind; look up, my girl”
And she looks up with a smile, and sees the secrets of life unfurl…

Arrogant, for unfairness, and in reaction to pride,
She, the girl, remembers her old man with unparalleled pride..

On his birthday, the old man waits,
His girl will call, he knows that..
As he hears her rich voice chime,
He remembers her mother, with a smile..

The girl comes down once a while, and as she kisses his cheeks, (that are) shrinking and shrivelling,
She smells her mother in the familiar base note, blurred, vague, but still lingering.

(Some day I shall with Roana in our verandah when ASEB has fortunately done some prolonged load shedding and inverter batteries are running low. The leaf of the khorikajai drenched in moon light, and a gentle breeze carrying a whiff of the smell of its flower and gently shaking its fenestrated shadow on the wall of our gosai ghor. I had sat there with kaka ,munching away his peanuts with a ratio of 10:1 ,while he gently took a peanut with a sip of his brandy I had already gulped down 10 by that time ! He told me stories of his childhood though I was too young to absorb them totally ,but maybe he felt he will not be there when I reach an appropriate age to comprehend them so he just told them. I remember just a few pictures that I framed from his stories like he walking 10 km in a misty morning to reach school, staying in a one room shed away from home to get himself educated. With Roana I shall gaze the moon from the same place that my grandfather had occupied. The same night sky shall arouse her mind with different thoughts as age passes. As a child she will just see the moon as a hunchbacked man who had just accidently spilled the night sky with stars he was carrying just the last day she tripped and her gems spilled all over ! She will giggle for she will know that she has a celestial company who also trips like her. As age will pass she will know the moon as a satellite the dark bear sitting on it is actually a crater, stars twinkle for light passes through different layers of stratosphere. But science should not destroy the beauty of nature ,its might . She will have a scientific temper but still whenever she sees a moon light sky she will recollect one of Dr Bhupen Hazarika’s best song ‘Bimurto mur nisa ti jen.. ..’ I do not know the lyrics ,I do not listen to songs so often but her mother does ,her mother shall develop in her the taste of music and poetry ,maybe I learn with her …they say it is never to late to learn.)