2 stills from years ago
14 kilometers of narrow, winding, serpentine "kacchi sadak". Green fields punctuated by huts with semi clad kids flitting in the distance. Slow, rhythmic sway of the bullock cart lulls you to sleep. And every once in a while, just as I am about to slide in slumber, the buzz of a fly and its faint tickling touch on my cheek.
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Jostling for space with the crowd around me. Fighting to hold on to my mother's fingers - squeezing it so tightly that she winces and looks at me annoyed. She heads for the same subziwala, her regular guy who gives her good prices. And they haggle endlessly. Every once in a while, some one passes us with an acknolwledgment of acquaintance. As I get bored, I start drawing imaginary things in the air with my fingers. I am at it for a while, before I feel a tug on my hand, mother looking at me with joy and explaining to the subziwala, "He likes drawing in the air. His drawings leave no trace except in his imagination".
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Jostling for space with the crowd around me. Fighting to hold on to my mother's fingers - squeezing it so tightly that she winces and looks at me annoyed. She heads for the same subziwala, her regular guy who gives her good prices. And they haggle endlessly. Every once in a while, some one passes us with an acknolwledgment of acquaintance. As I get bored, I start drawing imaginary things in the air with my fingers. I am at it for a while, before I feel a tug on my hand, mother looking at me with joy and explaining to the subziwala, "He likes drawing in the air. His drawings leave no trace except in his imagination".
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Labels: Me, Thoughtful
posted by SK at
12:08 PM
1 Comments:
holding mom's finger is the most safest of the feelings we have known.. i so want to go back in time when i read this
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