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...