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Memoirs, a Day Away from City by Snehal Thatur My eyes read the same old houses and courtyards familiar as the jittery bus moved through the one and only present main road. They have always lived the same, a life in communion with nature. A day begins with first ray of sun emerging and passes as the nature colors transform rapidly. Many times we consider these simple natives as poorly developed: the so-called modern society members that we are, our culture reside in skyscrapers and underground metros. They don’t have a majestic architecture and town planning but an ordinary thatched roof and mud-painted walls to welcome. But they have the most sophisticated social habits and their community lives are more peaceful than ours. Their living shows the perfect blending with nature, which enables a kind of meaningful harmony seen increasingly lacking in ours. One day you have to rush the pace forgetting people around and next day you are too tied-up with appointments that are important. They are not those poetic rustic people as described by Wordsworth, who sit by the pastures gazing at the sky; they are themselves not aware of their humble living and naïve thinking. Because they never keep a false hope of a penthouse nor do they perform the marketing strategies of generations like ours. In Nature you will find the best solace, that may sound romantic and imaginary but it’s finally in the arms of nature. Nature nurtures the one who submits to it willingly. The great powers it holds is to be experienced and felt by every city-dweller like a pagan who would consider nature a supreme god, the divine craftsman and artist of this earth. It is a sheer bliss to experience closeness to nature but in the time of concretization it is necessary to be linked back to where we started as a beginning. The meandering lanes that carry you from one meadow to other are far-far more gentle than the escalators of the city-mall complexes. My Courtyard trees shed the older leaves in all colors resembling a carpet of browns and warm ochre’s. Each fallen leaf carefully made by nature, and so very well placed randomly in just the right melody. High in the evening sky there goes a V formation of birds flying from one green ground to another, the sky being their sole entity, no jet plane to disturb their flight so rhythmic. When no light of humanity is visible except the glow of light worms. You can watch them ignite as they continue with their frolicking, once mingling through the mango tree leaves and then suddenly reappearing at the palms trees. And all we could do was remain awestruck with this unusual than usual experience. When the open dark blue sky sometimes brings clouds shaped like encrypted messages, reminds you of the summer that’s receding and a monsoon arriving. As the hot summer evening passes on the open terrace with the breeze annoyed and us sweating yet happy. Talking of civilized stories of the city far away we live everyday but today the mobile is switched off anyways. Once in a while I could feel the wetness drip on my neck, and the coolness I missed it till this date. Silence when at its peak you could hear the sea murmur and giggle. Over the deck all I could see were ripples of water and more water coming, even I was initially afraid to let go and breathe. Can I rely on the sea I said; in the world that I live we don’t trust people so easily. We count we calculate first and then make a move. Slowly I surrendered to this new endless comrade. I realized here’s one who won’t betray, accept everything, ask for nothing, and give back pearls in return lovingly. A sea full of hopes for future is what I see.

Memoirs, a Day Away from City by Snehal Thatur

My eyes read the same old houses and courtyards familiar as the jittery bus moved through the one and only present main road. They have always lived the same, a life in communion with nature. A day begins with first ray of sun emerging and passes as the nature colors transform rapidly. Many times we consider these simple natives as poorly developed: the so-called modern society members that we are, our culture reside in skyscrapers and underground metros. They don’t have a majestic architecture and town planning but an ordinary thatched roof and mud-painted walls to welcome. But they have the most sophisticated social habits and their community lives are more peaceful than ours. Their living shows the perfect blending with nature, which enables a kind of meaningful harmony seen increasingly lacking in ours. One day you have to rush the pace forgetting people around and next day you are too tied-up with appointments that are important.

They are not those poetic rustic people as described by Wordsworth, who sit by the pastures gazing at the sky; they are themselves not aware of their humble living and naïve thinking. Because they never keep a false hope of a penthouse nor do they perform the marketing strategies of generations like ours.

In Nature you will find the best solace, that may sound romantic and imaginary but it’s finally in the arms of nature. Nature nurtures the one who submits to it willingly. The great powers it holds is to be experienced and felt by every city-dweller like a pagan who would consider nature a supreme god, the divine craftsman and artist of this earth. It is a sheer bliss to experience closeness to nature but in the time of concretization it is necessary to be linked back to where we started as a beginning.

The meandering lanes that carry you from one meadow to other are far-far more gentle than the escalators of the city-mall complexes. My Courtyard trees shed the older leaves in all colors resembling a carpet of browns and warm ochre’s. Each fallen leaf carefully made by nature, and so very well placed randomly in just the right melody. High in the evening sky there goes a V formation of birds flying from one green ground to another, the sky being their sole entity, no jet plane to disturb their flight so rhythmic. When no light of humanity is visible except the glow of light worms. You can watch them ignite as they continue with their frolicking, once mingling through the mango tree leaves and then suddenly reappearing at the palms trees. And all we could do was remain awestruck with this unusual than usual experience. When the open dark blue sky sometimes brings clouds shaped like encrypted messages, reminds you of the summer that’s receding and a monsoon arriving. As the hot summer evening passes on the open terrace with the breeze annoyed and us sweating yet happy. Talking of civilized stories of the city far away we live everyday but today the mobile is switched off anyways. Once in a while I could feel the wetness drip on my neck, and the coolness I missed it till this date. Silence when at its peak you could hear the sea murmur and giggle.

Over the deck all I could see were ripples of water and more water coming, even I was initially afraid to let go and breathe. Can I rely on the sea I said; in the world that I live we don’t trust people so easily. We count we calculate first and then make a move. Slowly I surrendered to this new endless comrade. I realized here’s one who won’t betray, accept everything, ask for nothing, and give back pearls in return lovingly. A sea full of hopes for future is what I see.