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Lost and never found

We do not know about lands that exists only where they do. They are tucked away, sometimes deep inside alleyways and run down streets. But some exist without the knowledge of satellite eyes and navigation systems- places where you can get lost and never be found again.

But like the world portrays these hidden places, they are not all of them dangerous or dark, nor do they speak of lack of freedom. Some are worlds inside worlds talking about cultures and lifestyles, dreams and hopes, calm and fulfillment.

Co-travellers and cockroaches

We talk about the ever-talkative man or woman who sits beside you and practically deafen you with the nasal, annoying voice sending three hundred words per minute in your direction. As you mumble you ‘yes’s and ‘no’s, you wish either one of your stops would come. This is co-passenger trouble, an age old problem that you can just hope to get out of.

Apart from this nuisance, another problem that passengers face, especially in trains is the number of creatures that travels along. Especially the Indian Railway coaches, it is unsurprising to find a cockroach or a rat playing hide and seek between your feet. The situation is worse in air conditioned coaches where there is no ventilation even to shoo these things out. Ones you are in with these, you travel with these and get off with these. There’s been little change in things so far.

Going gaga over gold

Perhaps when a miner stumbled upon a shiny yellow metal hundreds of years ago, he would have wondered how it would help shape the world like so many other elements had before. This otherwise useless element, called Aurum by its Latin name, became one of the most commonly seen and widely used. It became the basis of status in some places, it became beauty in others. It got moulded into plates in which were served food in rich palaces and it was festooned over the hands and necks of brides who were ready to tie the knots.

The life of gold starts the moment it reaches the hands of its mentor. Before, protected inside the womb of the earth, it remains unseen until someone finally comes around and exclaims at its unreactive existence. As the jewel-maker melts and creates wonders out of it, it gets importance. Value etched in its looks, gold transported ordinary man into images of wealth, and the wealthy into the era of showing off.

Scorching throats and wasted sands

The shirt is soaked through at 8 in the morning. The sky is white, so white it is hard to look up for more than a few seconds. The earth down is a burnt red, barren from hours of heat that had it down in a stroke. The world is baking, the waters boiling and slowly vanishing into the dry air that pours into our systems. Kerala is not an exception.

When the trees turned yellow early, when the cold wasn’t enough to make you sleep in, when the wind flowed more, the sun glowed more and the streams around grew less flushed and healthy, you didn’t notice. However, when the water doesn’t quite quench your thirst, you’d know. We’re heading into an era of scorching throats and lifeless lands. And this is scientifically proven.

When the sun sets

A soliloquy falling into reflection:  My sun set yesterday. And with him went my light, my warmth, and my life. The pyre that licked his remains from the earth left me more time than I could handle. As my husband, my soul of three decades passed away leaving me like a lost child, solely in the hands of my ‘parents’, who were once upon a time parented by me.

I sit beside the mantle, my rocking chair causing a slight vibration, the needles following a monotonous rhythm that I find amusing at times, annoying at others. My children want me to feel comfortable here, and I am. Physically, I am alright, except for the slight arthritis that has found its way in with age. But in my heart, I feel a large vacuum slowly expanding, expanding its existence like the universe, like all those skies that talked about infinity. My emotions edge that of loneliness. I watch T.V most of the time, and I do get annoyed at my grand children when she starts commenting on my favourite soaps, or changes to her own favourites. But my daughter and her family is my family now. And I do not blame them for whatever lack of understanding there exists. The people in this world exist for their means and it would be crude to stand in their way and block the flow of time. Because I have very few left, and I wish to utilise it in mourning, praying for my way back to unite with my sun and find solace and light in heaven.

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