Mirror magic!!
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Recollections of a beautiful past…
A distant blue sky portrays the fast fading moon which gives way to a rising golden sun. A couple of birds fly in the far horizon, welcoming the break of dawn. Among the lush green hills lies a house canopied by the early morning mist.
This used to be my childhood retreat. My grandparents’ humble dwelling, set in the highlands of Sri Lanka.
Down through the rear stairs of the house lay the barn, empty and neglected. Hens cackled, while their chicks followed them in a maze of marching procession. A further flight of stairs led to a tank, where rain water was collected for washing purposes. Goats bleating far away could be heard through the general sounds as the sun seeped out through the snowy white clouds in the blue, blue sky.
At the end of the barn you could see coffee trees that abounded the woods behind. All sorts of greenery that hold splendid beauty in my mind flourished right here in the very heart of my grandparents’ backyard.
A long winding path, carved along the years, led to a well in the very depths of this thick wilderness. It was like trespassing into a fairytale, setting off to that bottomless well, where I was not allowed to go as a child, which in turn made it more exciting and thrilling when I did get the chance to slip off.
Frogs croaked into the blessed silence, birds chirped, tiny flowers cluttered the long grass, and beams of sunlight filtered in through the trees. It was like a perfectly orchestrated Mozart symphony. Looking back, it feels unreal to imagine such wilderness as truly natural.
An aroma of fresh chicken cooking in the wooden stove, would assail my nostrils and lure me back to the kitchen where my grandmother would be preparing our breakfast. I have yet to this day, find a restaurant that beats her cooking. She had no running water, no electricity, and yet her meals were fit for a king.
The cool evening breeze would play through my hair as I rambled through the wild rocky path at the other end of the house, which led to the woods behind. A mango tree which my grandmother’s eldest sister had planted when she was a child, stood tall, a little way down this path. It used to bear mangoes as sweet as wild honey-suckle.
The tree is now dying out with most of its branches bare of leaves. Mangoes are a rarity now, symbolizing the death of a bygone era. The planting of this tree, as a child, knowing that she might not be able to taste the fruits this tree would one day bear, was revealing in itself.
The time would finally come for us to return to the busy city where home is. My grandmother would hug each of us tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks. We were never left in doubt as to how much she cared.
Over two decades have passed since those care-free afternoons and cold breezy nights. My grandparents are no more. The woods are now inhabited by houses. Pollution has set in.
Life goes on. Many changes have taken place since I was just a kid, with not a care in the world. There are moments in the busy life I lead when I go back in time, reliving beautiful memories of long past.
To me, those visits to my grandparents’ place were as precious as gold is to some people., confirming my belief that life can be made beautiful in many little ways, even by the planting of a tree.
-rosh
Why, my love?
I’m here Seth, can you see the smile in my heart? Can you taste my pain? Do you feel the despair running through my blood? My eyes implore you, my voice beckons, my body calls…and yet you look at her.
Why?
I want the laughter we used to share to play in the air. I want your lips to twist in humour as i tease you. I want to make you smile along with me, for i really don’t think I’ll ever smile again, with her by your side.
Why?
My heart still pounds for you. Summersaults, cartwheels, loud drumbeats in the air. My eyes still linger on yours. Goosebumps on my skin when you’re close by. My heart is full of you, my love. But is yours full of her?
Why?
I miss you Seth. I miss your gentleness. I miss the love that washed through my whole being when we were together. I miss so much more than I can ever put together in mere words. I miss you. From the bottom of my heart. From the very core of my being. Do you miss me , I wonder..
It’s lonely without you. There’s no one to make me feel whole. No one to make me smile. No one to hold my hand, when the pain gets bad. No one to love me like you used to.. Do you love her now?
Why?
I made you cry that night at the hospital, long ago. Loud wracking sounds that tore at my soul. Why? Did I hurt you in some way, my love? Why did you leave me behind in that lonely hospital room? We made so many beautiful plans, in there. So many dreams that we’d make come true when i came back home. What happened, Seth?
Why?
Will you leave her like you left me? Do you make her smile like you made me? Does she make you whole, like i used to? Do you hold her hand too?
Why?
Why can’t you see me when i stand right before you? Why do you at times have that haunted look in your eyes? Is something wrong? Why don’t you see me, Seth? Is it because you now have eyes only for her?
Why?
It hurts, Seth. Can you make it go away. Will you hold my hand, one last time?
I don’t understand. Why didn’t you take me home with you? Why did you leave me behind?
Why, my love?
–R
I carry your heart with me..
I carry your heart with me..
I carry it in my heart..
I am never without it..
Anywhere i go, you go my dear..
And whatever is done by only me, is your doing my darling..
I fear no fate, for you are my fate, my sweet..
I want no world, for beautiful.. you are my world, my true..
Here is the deepest secret no one knows.. Here is the root of the root.. And the bud of the bud..And the sky of the sky.. of a tree called life.. which grows higher than the soul can hope.. or mind can hide..
It is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart..
I carry your heart..
I carry it in my heart..
– e. e. cummings
How can you reflect light into your life?
There’s light and then there’s light.. The kind i’m suggesting is the kind that adds beauty whilst serving a purpose.. the mirror kind.. I know, I know. It’s an overkill of mirrors.. but that’s my USP on this blog as of now.. And i’m telling you, the right kind of mirror can change the entire atmosphere and ambience within your four walls..
So, keep reading and you never know.. you might realise what i’m trying to get at after a while..
Mirroring timelessness..
Mirror and glass art go way back in time. Reflecting light in magical ways and bringing out colour in the most breath taking and stunning shades imagineable!
ROSH transforms colour with light into stunning masterpieces that will change what was normal into something dazzling. Beautiful mirrors that reflect beauty, sun catchers that transform light into magic, ornaments in glass, everything that’s different and unique in glass or mirror can be found right here..
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