It was a lazy Sunday afternoon (17th April 2011), all I wanted to do is be in a cooler place...
I wanted some greens, some smell of the earth, humid and yet cool.. something I could remember ... not synthetic like the blasting aircon... not cold like the dry winters... something fuller... something I remember seeing years ...decades back.....
My sudden trip to a small village of West Bengal, district Medinipur.... an unnamed location called 'Kaanthi'.. most of the urbanized Bengalis and Indians have never heard of this place.... there was no reach of electic power and telephones were as rare as UFO's... During days, I would meander around the pristine lakes, the mud houses and paddy fields and evenings were spent under the lantern's flickering light, reading 'Malgudi days', till I peacefully rested as sleep took over. Near the guest house I stayed, there grew these flowers... I had no clue of their botanical origin or family name... they had a strong fragnance... I can still recall the smell faintly, as I type.... They were small, but they stood out between the wild grass like the little stars in the dark night sky.... Their bright-yellow tips and orange-red petal body was divided by a thin crimson line... These button like flowers never ceased to amazed my young mind...
I don't know, why I remembered them... but I guess the laze of Sunday afternoon.. and sleepy hot-humid weather... took me back to the calm and small village life... which is just now a pleasant numb memory!
I call this one 'wild flowers'... but obvious!
Let's see what frolic idea my frisky mind comes up with, next time
Until then.....
I wanted some greens, some smell of the earth, humid and yet cool.. something I could remember ... not synthetic like the blasting aircon... not cold like the dry winters... something fuller... something I remember seeing years ...decades back.....
My sudden trip to a small village of West Bengal, district Medinipur.... an unnamed location called 'Kaanthi'.. most of the urbanized Bengalis and Indians have never heard of this place.... there was no reach of electic power and telephones were as rare as UFO's... During days, I would meander around the pristine lakes, the mud houses and paddy fields and evenings were spent under the lantern's flickering light, reading 'Malgudi days', till I peacefully rested as sleep took over. Near the guest house I stayed, there grew these flowers... I had no clue of their botanical origin or family name... they had a strong fragnance... I can still recall the smell faintly, as I type.... They were small, but they stood out between the wild grass like the little stars in the dark night sky.... Their bright-yellow tips and orange-red petal body was divided by a thin crimson line... These button like flowers never ceased to amazed my young mind...
I don't know, why I remembered them... but I guess the laze of Sunday afternoon.. and sleepy hot-humid weather... took me back to the calm and small village life... which is just now a pleasant numb memory!
I call this one 'wild flowers'... but obvious!
Let's see what frolic idea my frisky mind comes up with, next time
Until then.....
