Where does the wind blow?

At twelve in the night I woke up from a nightmare.Outside ,through the window’s grill I heard the wind blowing through the trees in waves .The pipal tree made such fine music out of its falling leaves. Where does the wind come from -the question has come back to me after such a long time ,when such questions used to come and go like the gusts of wind through the pipal tree.

Why not search for the answer .Yes .Why not on the Yahoo.I type the question and before the question is half formed ,the answers are already there. The variety of the answers is no doubt fascinating but it is  one answer that really captivates.

We stand on a hilltop, you and I,

A tall grassy hill where the wind blows by.

“Where does it come from?” you ask me,

“Where does it go? What does it see?”

That is how the story starts. From there, the wind takes you on a journey across land, sea and sky. It blows over people and animals, continents and seasons, until it has circled the world and come back again to that windy hill.

Where the boy and his mother also become part of the wind’ s song…

This ephemeral element of nature unites us through the sharing of its touch on our bodies and environments. I liked to think of that when I was far away from my son; it made me feel closer to him. “

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Keeping awake with Shiva

The night’s wakefulness came across the starlit sky
Over the dark clump of mangoes and the court wall
With loud cymbals and scraps of movie songs
After lanterns started flickering with halos of moths.
We then kept awake with Shiva over tea after tea .
The pigtailed girls had hungry stomachs
Yet made thin tea for for egotistical boys.
Their plea for holding bats fell on deaf ears
They then jumped over charcoal drawn squares
With their ribboned ponytails doing ding dong.
A mythological movie was then thought.
Mustachioed demon kings threw arrows in them
Which fought flaming maces and burning arrows
it was good which triumphed to our child’s comfort
When we were still confused if that was indeed so.
At two we yawned deeply ,convinced that
Shiva had by then consumed the deadly poison
And got back to his penance on the mount
The blue on his throat had by then vanished.

Today is the Shiva Ratri when we are supposed to keep awake with Shiva who consumes the deadly poison in the night in order to save the world from getting destroyed by its poisonous fumes. We keep awake to express our grateful solidarity with Him.Time to remember my childhood days when we celebrated the festival with lot of fun and play.