A Story Of Our Dark Nights

It's a dark & deep night, hour anything around twelve....
All around & everywhere, it's all-quiet....
Darkness and only darkness ......

It seems as if darkness slipped from the trees, and have scattered below on the
ground.
Beyond the age-old 'Well', on that giant mango tree, fire-flies have started playing hide & seek.

Behind this big house, 'Little Cormorant'(Phalacrocorax niger) is also silent in the
huge village pond.
In this hot & humid night, innumerable stars are
hanging in the clear-sky, all around the central Milky Way........thrown
away in all directions.

Just a few yards away is our famous mango grove....named after some pious
ancestor, could well be called our 'Power Grid Station', of my joint & giant family--where
the bodies of dear ones are finally handed over to the 'sacred fire' on the funeral pyre when they die (as per Hindu rituals)....and souls are offered their freedom to the 'heaven', is just few fields away....

In all these silent plays of the nature....the vivid
orchestral sounds of innumerable insects & often some frog in
solo....are the only disturbance to the majestic presence of
tranquility, peace & serenity.

Darkness wrapped around the grand old 'Pipal' tree (Ficus
religiosa), gradually slipping on to the ground, through its
earth touching branches....have finally scattered all
around.

This is the place from where our loved ones were lost
to....somewhere.
This is the spot...from where...dear ones have gone beyond
the horizon.

Perhaps this may also be the place, from where wayfarer for
once........only for once....if they could come to this side of the
horizon....may face our silent hugs for the eternity !!

Now the grove in front of our village-home.......have all
immersed in the dark black soot.......have transformed in to
pitch-dark canvas.

By smelling conspicuous presence of some unknown in
the midst of the trees........the village dogs have started barking
abruptly....
............as if someone is coming to meet me and hug me for the last !!

[6th August 2010 Fri.]
# pic courtesy: the first pic has been taken from Internet
## a reference link: many worlds beyond our horizon: http://www.nasa.gov/multimedia/imagegallery/image_feature_2134.html

Gone With The Wind

On 23rd of July 2010 Fri, when sun went down in the East, my aunt Kusum picked her life pressures slow and choose her way to get out of this seen world to the unseen....with the wind.

It was past 9 pm in the village....where she cooked dinner that evening but not to eat. We are all awestruck at this loss. In my all these years, she was a supportive motherly figure and an umbilical cord to the past.

This August 4th, we are going to have her memorial-day. She may be watching us doing so from some other plane of existence. 

'All goes onward and outward....and nothing collapses' -- as Walt Whitman has observed long ago.

The Communicational Void

The menace of being experienced & aged is that the people to whom one can communicate with, are bidding their farewell silently from the stage ---- leaving you behind. Those who can understand you are slowly thinning out. You stand all alone.

Its a "Tragedy", reminding you an old number of Bee Gees.
The idea of a journey of all alone condenses, "Ekla Chalo" i.e. the life journey of a single individual .... to unknown destinations .... to the land of "Lote Eaters" or ... some other dimensions of existential plane.