The place had no power..but there was a lot rain. “wet rain
Daddy” Ag said – correcting me…you would have to be brave enough to ask her
what the difference was, I wasn't .
India`s northeast was where we were, the place had a
dampness of its own. The green moss which crawls over the stones, road edges
and moist walls – slowly somehow crept into your heart and made its home – they
wouldn`t mind even if you were bone dry, they just want some place – to house
in and call it home. Wild pines creep over the poles – wrapping the iron with
love. Small puddles made houses in the bazaar road – tiny fishes joyfully
jumped in – the muddy camouflage being made full use of. Among them there was a
group of mosquitoes who plotted a disease.
The house we had rented – did not have a power generator –
and was ancient, the power tripped at the slightest hint of rain and this was
one such day. When there was no light,
the house had more people – we called them shadows. The natural light was
partial to the part of the house which had no walls – rest was darkness coupled
with more dampness. Oxygen had a flavor around these parts and the aroma was mesmerizing
– the place wanted us to breathe for the smell of ground was the fragrance of
life.
“Papa wen the I look up though the bathroom vent, I see god,
I see why they say let there be light – coz one ray steals the glory of the
dark – whereas darkness needs its entirety to be complete.” Lil said
“Yes my dear, but isn`t light the perception of you God –
because you want to escape the darkness – isn’t that the sole idea of god….”
“to find us things we cant get for ourselves” she interrupted
“If there is a god, I bet he is a bully and a sadist –
judging by his powers and is egoist as he needs to be praised all the time to
do his job” Agnes this was..
There was a dull cloud crackle and a sound of thunder.
Ag moved back to the shrubs that had grown right outside our
ancient house – cause she felt the frogs thought thunder was music and would
come out to dance..”..and i`ll dance with them too”
Lil took her chair and glasses and poured over a Dante book –
“the divine comedy” it was.
They both had found their gods which would take care of them
– the wisdom of nature and the company of great men –
Why would I say the place had no power, the place was full
of energy – the one that`s not too strong, not too bright – but the one that
would get your feet moving to music, the one which will happily put you to
sound – snory sleep..
Hdk
