Sand

1. (… to fall in love, with Delhi)

-Finally, she thought, I found home! 

All around, sweet or intense enlivening whiffs.
All senses condensed in one.
All visited places nurturing a whole appreciation of a cozy world: the fragrance of the muskmelon, the warm room, the sounds of the crows, the affirmative Indian side-to-side swing of the head, those thousands of big amber deep eyes, the welcoming Tea (any hour, anywhere)… Subhash' smile, and my sweet Tocodro (kind of exotic bird, similar to a peacock, who -among other powers- creates his own language, and cannot be found anywhere else in Earth).

Such a lucky finding, after a long-drawn-out quest, is not meant to be consigned to oblivion.

When the time to go back to her city came, she took one ‘home-sprout’; and once she landed, the seed was planted.   

2. (… to sow)

-I will cherish you and protect you, my dear! She said. 

Every morning she went to the garden. For a being to exist, it needs to be cared.

For a sprout to grow, it needs to (en)lighten.

For a plant to flourish, it needs to freshen up.  

In an ordinary world, to pass every day, a clear vision is needed. So she sang the sprout. She read.  She cooked…  She did not write, since could not find appropriate words to tell the sprout.

Until one day, a rough sea resounded.

3. (… to tend)

‘Homely’ does not last enough.
Life is a huge word when there is not five-pm Tea to warm the days.

-O, my little sprout! She gaspingly prayed. Heaven might give us a breath in this stormy night, for me I want you to survive.

These passages, I know well them all.

-Plead, my dear! Plead!