“Ei sundor sharnali
sondhyae, eki bondhone jorale go bonbhu!!”
The rhythmic strokes of the spade creating ripples,
The setting sun spreading its golden hue,
The cool alluring breeze caressing our souls,
And his music!!….
Some bubbles in my stomach,
Gentle holding of hands with love,
Nakki lake and the intoxicating Abu air,
And his music!!......
Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta
I didn’t know when my eye lids had embraced my eyes and deep felt
emotions had surrounded my inner being. I wanted to let loose and feel every
passing moment without an iota of negativity. Such moments of ecstasy are rare,
magical and breathe life into existence.
I always wanted a fairytale life and though reality is not always
like my imagination, life is kind enough to bestow with some fairy tale moments.
The hill
station is indeed blessed with a beautiful landscape, the charm of which is
quite a contradiction to the desert. The Aravalli hills are rocky at one point
and green at the other. Colours play hide seek under the vastness of the clear
March sky. Surrounded by the hills in the vicinity is the magnificent Nakki Lake ,
a famous tourist attraction.
The lake with its surroundings was captivating in ways more than
one. The sedate blueness, the happy faces and the colourful dressing of the
local people made the area so full of colour as if it represented life. Street
shopping couldn’t be more soulful than this. The market area with the signature
merchandise of Rajasthan like bangles, Rajasthani dresses and turbans looked
like the master stroke of a skillful painter.
It was our last day in Abu and we decided to spend it just the
right way. Strolling lazily by the colourful lakeside we felt each other’s
presence deep within. The sun was setting in full glory painting the sky red
while the couples painted Abu red with romance. The soothing cool breeze, the
multitude of hues above and our sudden discovery of getting late, is the
beautiful evening going to end so soon? As we walked past the park around the
lake, we noticed a blind man, silently playing a famous Rajasthani musical
instrument called “Ravanhatta”. The tune was beautiful and we went to praise
him for his skills. Immediately he said “babu if you pay me, I will come to
play my instrument with you, on your boat ride”!!!
The boat moved lovingly fondling the lake water, it was dusk and
the sun was bestowing its last beauty before going to sleep, we sat hand in
hand and he played and played and played….. Tunes which have remained with me. ! We paid him, may be
more than he had expected but what he gave us is priceless and timeless to me.
He gave me my share of fairy tale, my musical……!!!!
Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta