Trip To Adilabad - a journey of description

It was a long awaited visit to Adilabad.It is not a tourist place or one of the desired places to visit on many people's list but a place that i had been longing to visit only for its description.
A desrciption, a picture painted so vividly in my mind. Of a man and his haven, of his stories and of love. A family and the extended members, of the animals who belonged there,a cat who never got up from its sleep only till the sound of the milk vessel, I wonder how keenly it would be waiting for that sound....of the buffaloes and her calves, my independent study, of the missing cow and krishna.. the udders that milked, of one being larger than the rest, the funny feeling when i touched them... of a place where they were a part of the family and also the man who took care of them... of the picked cotton that was given in my hand without any words being exchanged.. of me looking for him with a glass of water in my hand... a sculpted black body of a man covered in 3 piece of white cloth.. of how handsome he looked..
of that graveled aangan with peepal and a neem tree side by side... not of sofas but some bamboo chairs where the conversations were stirred with a small cup of chai, of that golden plate that carried those cups...
of that chatai where he slept, of that natraj murti and the chariot, of the porch from where i could hear the tulsi ke dohe and mahabharta... some flowers us mitti ke bartan mein.. "tulsi iss sansaar mein sukh dono hoye, gyani bhge hans ke moorakh bhoge roye..."
of some unsaid corners like the lotus pond and some shells in it... ranjhan ki deewar.... sitaphal ka ped, parijaat ke phool, wo kulhar ki chhat...
of ammaji and gudiya, of uncounted smiles and a family meal together where the woman cooked and the man served.. of aalu tamatar and bhindi ki sabji, chupdi roti aur ranjhan ka paani...chulhe pe ubalta hua wo doodh..
and of a man who held all these together and his mesmerising stories that transcends one to an era that once was, and we believe that how beautiful it was and crib for not being born earlier to see it all... a toothless grin and a voice that had a thaiheraav.and..."aur beta haarrsshhh"..and the chaah of going back again and again..
of diwali and the marigold.. of diya and the shankh...shankh ki goonj..of the environment that the lit diyas created.. of how plain they looked in daylight and how beautiful when lit up in night. and then i realised the dharm of diya... and the feeling of peace outside and within.. of how only the happy thoughts of past emerged and how distinctly and vividly i could recall them.. of rechannelising of thoughts i had long forgotten... and me welcoming them....
of missing my family on diwali and loving the 'pal' of missing them.. of the feeling of being insignificant and alive at the same moment... of a certain incompleteness of relationships from my end... and accepting it...
kuch naye dost aur kuch purane.. of the experience of the first hand description and reliving it...of realising the beauty of the place and within...
Thank you navjyoti sir, bonatanwi and harsh...

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

I saw love when i watched the movie "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button".Love not only as man - woman love but the human love in variedrelationships.
The blind man and his son in army. He didnt need eyes to see his son..The love with which he made the giant clock that ticked backwards..Love in departing and a loss of his son..
The love of a husband for his wife, that he gave away his own child whenhis wife died during childbirth..He didnt think twice..Love in loss..
Quinny's love for this ugly child, taking him as a child of God.. Shedecides to bring him up..Her boyfriend didnt object the presence of an outsider though a child intheir relationship..Love in acceptance..
The Christians undying faith and love for God.. Their belief that he can domiracles...Love for God..
A young girl falling in love with the figure of an old man.. Love need notbe only for the beautiful ones..I see anything beautiful if my mind wants me to see it like that..
Love for a hobby..playing piano/ learning music..love for a dying pet..
Love for adventure.. To venture out to the turn of a street not knowing watlies ahead..Is adventure only in travel?
Love for dance/ballet.. not giving up even after having a broken leg.. itcomes out in other forms.. like teaching..making others perfect..
Love for a stranger, knowing each others life stories, the excitement ofcreating one together...learning from experience of others.. or just spending some time.. even whenu know that it is a short lived moment.. which may never come back..unknowingly ur actions/words may inspire the other individual...
Physical love between a man and woman when the time is right and when theirbodies respond to each other..and waiting till that time comes..
Paternal love... a father who abandoned his child one night, now wants togo have him back and wud do anything..
Peer/Buddy love.. a common feeling to be in the war.. and when u know ushare the same fears/convictions. and u just understand the other person inthe similar situation he is in..doing anything for a friend even waking up at an early hour to sail aship.. so that his friend can have a good time...

I feel love is something inherent to the individual.. How i want toperceive it.. in what form, in wat shape..nd i feel the process is solitary.. nd what follows or precedes is itsreaction or anticipation..