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!
