yesterday once more
Something today reminds me of a time long back when the sun shone down on a house surrounded by a lawn outside, plants and flowers all over and a vegetable garden at the back. The vegetable garden had tall crops of ladyfingers, which had their ends proudly pointing to the blue sky. There was golden corn too beside.
On the other neat patch were vegetables strictly at ground level - rows of cabbages, cauliflowers, baby tomatoes, black chillies, carrots, lettuce, coriander... everything so beautifully growing and flourishing. Lemon trees, a mango tree, jackfruit, peaches and plums fanned the edge of the garden.
The memory carries the fresh smells that invigorate the senses. Every vegetable, every fruit, every flower and every leaf had its distinct fragrance. The sunshine, the natural smell of the plants and the earth, it's a mindblowing combination. The day that is so serene, the daily routine of life that is a pleasure, the happiness that is in the air breathed in.
Today when all the sunshine is wasted, sitting in a closed room artificially lit, artificially cooled, I am really really glad for the memories.
On the other neat patch were vegetables strictly at ground level - rows of cabbages, cauliflowers, baby tomatoes, black chillies, carrots, lettuce, coriander... everything so beautifully growing and flourishing. Lemon trees, a mango tree, jackfruit, peaches and plums fanned the edge of the garden.
The memory carries the fresh smells that invigorate the senses. Every vegetable, every fruit, every flower and every leaf had its distinct fragrance. The sunshine, the natural smell of the plants and the earth, it's a mindblowing combination. The day that is so serene, the daily routine of life that is a pleasure, the happiness that is in the air breathed in.
Today when all the sunshine is wasted, sitting in a closed room artificially lit, artificially cooled, I am really really glad for the memories.
posted by anumita at 10:45 am
6 Comments:
nice as always, leaving a faint longing in the mind
and makes me wonder: why do we chose the enclosed, artificially lighted, perfumed, polished, carpeted, enclosures and why we keep those memories locked inside, just as we lock ourselves insides those walls?
is it just fear?
very well written as always (i assure you, the first time i find something wrong, i'll say it... i am not a shy critic).
cheers,
asuph
Beautiful post... I loved the vivid description of this envious memory.
i also have vivid memories of such kind. It is my ancestral home where I stayed for a few years, but I have never stopped dreaming about this place.
roy: thank you...
asuph: we do not really chose, it is what life evolves into. when today becomes a memory tomorrow, we will write warmly about this phase too :)
dust unsettled: thanks, it's the memory of childhood which i see more clearly now.
arunima: it's a spot in my mind... i sometimes wonder if we just take time to go through all the coloured bits in the mind... what we would come up with!
anumita,
that's a lovely thought -- we looking back warmly on this phase too! kind of hard to believe right now, though ;-).
cheers,
asuph
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