Train

Train

Train is my favorite mode of transport. I really do not know from when I started loving train journeys.

If you see the train from far, it is like a Millipede. It is really cute to see a train from a long distance. The compartments are joined together with the same distance between them. All wheels are aligned in the same way as the other. It goes very fast because all the wheels work together.

You can relate your life to a train. If your wheels and engine are sturdy, your life will go without any trouble. That means that your mind and your supporting factors are the strengths of your life. If they are out of track, then you can reach nowhere.

Imagine that you are an engine of a train. The railway track is like ethics that you learned throughout your life. Friends and family are the compartments of your life. Keeping them with you is your complete responsibility. If you lose them, it affects both of you. Value others and you will be valued.  

Scribe

Being a scribe is a gift. Being a visually impaired literature student is also a gift. Their thinking is entirely different from my interpretation of things.

My friend uses Braille to learn those huge background literature and linguistics notes. The letters are transformed to a manuscript that only those special people can understand. When I touch the braille letters, it provokes many thoughts in me. It is like when you touch a script engraved on a temple stone. The script engraved on a temple stone will last forever and its vibration gives you silence. When I touch her notes, I feel her longing for eyesight, to see herself, to see her mom, the shrine, and the notes.

I remember writing her observation of Lincoln’s death by Whitman. How beautifully she explained to me the poem, the mourning, the bird and the lilac flowers. I could imagine her visually rich interpretation. Though she is visually impaired, God has given an extra pair of eyes for her intellectual visualization.

Miss you, and take care, my friend!   

The brain of a traffic policeman

In Bangalore, the most valuable and wanted person is a traffic policeman. The moment he is not found, hundreds of people will search for him.

Not even hundreds of policemen search for a thief, but this honour goes to the traffic police. He comes to work early, stands under the Sun, and walks a thousand times within the same radius.

He is the only person who gets scolded even if he does his job well. Throughout the day, he is working for others. It is not easy for him to do his personal things while at work.

He forgets to drink his bottle of water for a full day. He is sandwiched between the traffic jam.

I wonder how his brain works while at work. His hands, neck, and brain work together to show a direction.

A momentary smile or a greeting will give him energy. A small greeting can reboot his dedication. Man, don’t always be busy! Think of people around you, who simplify your life every day.  

My Stallion

My Stallion! My treasure! My friend! My well-wisher! That’s how I describe my white metallic bike.

My stallion has a head with two types of vision. His vision can be tuned based on my command - left or right. He has two long ears. I can turn them in whichever way I want, but he makes a sound when he no longer bears it. He doesn't have legs, but he has two circled wheels that make him move. He doesn't have a tail, but he has a cute curved back.

I have a mask like a warrior that makes me so proud and takes me to the ancient days. It is such a brave thing to slide into the huge trucks, luxury cars, and extended buses. When I slightly touch his left ear, he slows down and when I slightly pinch his right, he flies forward. I, my stallion, and my mask win many, many battles every day.

When I wash him, he feels refreshed. He is tired of long rides under this hot sun. When he stands on his kickstand, he looks like a rearing horse. So beautiful!

Riding my bike provokes many feelings in me. He is sad, when I am sad. He cheers me up when I am on him. My riding reveals my attitude and my voice reveals my feelings. No one hears me, but my mask and my bike do. Every single trip gives me a sense of relief J

  

Petrichor

The trees and the plants are tired on a dull summer evening. They almost forget to wave their leaves. You get to sense their groaning, when you watch them closely from your terrace.

Far at a distance, I see a crow flying towards my mango tree. With that, there is a breeze too. The clouds start moving and they start crying for those trees.

Soon after, the wind blows the trees around in a wild way. Suddenly, the Rain pours on to the red soil, the trees, plants, and the yellow flowers. When a raindrop hits the surface, small droplets come out of the soil as the raindrop enter into them. I think the soil is so happy with the raindrop and so it releases the pungent fragrance in return.

The smell of the Earth is close to my heart. The smell provokes many thoughts in me.

I never knew my mother Earth has a wonderful fragrance. The clouds just gave the rain, but in return the mother gives back her wonderful fragrance. It means, “It’s my land”. When it rains, it is red in color like my blood. When it is dry, it is brown in color like when I am dead. Long live Mother Earth!!

Toes

Toes are the most beautiful part of a baby. How cute they are!

It is like a flower with five petals. They are soft as the petals are. Slowly, they move as the petals move in the breeze. The lines on the toes are like the lines on the petals.

The foot is like a stem, but it is a pink stem. When they stretch, all the petals and stem show their original beauty and liveliness.

There is a mole on the little toe, like a honey bee on a flower. This honey bee never flies away.

The nails are like soft layers of the toes. They are as small as a rice grain.

The toes never know that they grow every day and every second. They never know their journey in their life. They might travel to holy places, tourist places, war grounds, and space stations. But, the safest place they always find is under their mother’s warmth.  Take care, toes!!

A tree

Trees are one of the most phenomenal creations of God. A tree stands for strength, shade, kindness, respect, humility, warmth, and peace. Have you ever looked at a tree for a long time? I have.

During my college years, I was staying in a hostel with my friends on the second floor. There was a rain tree that literally grew into the corridor in front of my room. The richness of the tree lay in the dense branches with fresh leaves and flowers. When you looked at it from the top floor, you could see its spread of dense branches. When you saw it from near, you could feel the patience. 

The leaves fold in the evening and wake up early in the morning. The flowers of the tree are like thin pink brushes with tiny yellow tips at the top. They are so soft and tender for this gigantic tree. During the rainy season, the leaves fold and enjoy the drops.  

You can learn many things from trees. They show kindness to those who need shade. They show strength in the heavy rain. They give hope and energy when you stand under them  in the hot sun. They do not have an expectation from anyone, but they  help us in many ways. Love you, trees. J

Sky

Sometimes, the sky also has different moods during a day. In the morning, it gives a vibrant smile with sun beams. It gives you a feeling that the day has started. The leaves in the garden wait for their turn to do photosynthesis for that day. Dogs and cats yawn, stretch, and go to sleep for the next few hours. People start moving around for their day-to-day work.

In the afternoon, the sun seems to be very angry with us. The good thing is that, it is equally angry with everyone. It sucks the energy of all under it. The leaves in the garden are tired now and they couldn’t resist the heat. The dogs and cats are not seen outside, searching for shade and to quench their thirst.

Later in the day, the sky is not so happy with the sun and decides to show kindness to all. It showers with a cool breeze called the rain. The leaves in the garden are happy and so are the others.

The sun slowly disappears as the moon appears on the other side. 

To me, the moon means silence. Everyone enjoys the moonlight, because it gives the warmth of a mother. The moonlight and billions of stars tell you thousands of stories. 

My husband's love

Last week, we shifted our flat to another flat that is close to the office. We had to shift because my flat owner had to relocate from Noida which is in the northern part of India. We decided to shift to a place that is close to me and to my husband’s office. We also had to ensure that the new place is close to my son’s school. So we took the route list from my son’s transport facilities and tried to find vacancies in the apartments where the school bus picks-up and drops. We found a flat with all these criteria and finally moved to the new flat.

My husband with so much of love had brought 3D, LED, Samsung TV last year from Dubai. He shifted that with great care to this flat. Because of the small kids and lower wooden rack, we decided to wall mount the TV. A person came to fix the TV, but he couldn’t because he found some screws missing.

He kept the TV on the sofa and started searching for the screws. Meanwhile, my son was playing and he wanted to drive his BMW miniature on the sofa. Though I was carefully watching the person searching for the screws and my son, it is so happened that my son unknowingly placed his knee on the TV screen. The LED glass broke, and I was helpless to explain this to my husband. My husband’s love broke and therefore no happiness at home.