A Scoop of Sunshine

"That's the mountain where fire goes to sleep", said one of the old locals, "Nobody goes there after sun down." René listened with intent. He drove this far along the dusky road to reach the village, which lay at the foothills of the mountain. The waters from a nearby stream added a sparkling sound to the misty mountain air. He picked up his back-pack and walked into the small hut, his base, for the next few days.

Lady on the swing, Your hair blows in wind, As you sit there swaying, As if in a dream.

শারদত্সবের আমেজে মোহন দাদা মেতে উঠেছিল। নিজের দৈনন্দিন কাজের ফাঁকে এই কয়টা দিনে সে দুর্গাপূজার আয়োজন এবং অনুষ্ঠানে যোগদান দিয়ে সমস্ত কিছু আমোদ প্রমোদে ভুলিয়ে দিত। পূজোর শেষে শারদীয়া যাত্রাপালা দেখা তার বাত্সরিক রীতি ছিল। প্রত্যেকবারের মত এইবার ও সন্ধ্যারতির শেষে মোহন দাদা ও তার বনধু সাইকেল বের করে যাত্রা দেখতে রওয়ানা হল।

There was a wise old man, Who sat under a tree, spick and span. Children played around him, Clustered chirps and cherry blossom swings.

Valentine's day is here, With romantic souls declaring love near and far. "Oh it's love", they say, "The crazy, undying kind, Which cannot be tempered by the rain or wind" Oh silly, silly mind!

There is something about children dancing that makes them essentially so cute. But then, there is something about them dancing to a song that goes, " saree ke fall sa kabhi match kiya re " or " chitiyan kalaiyyan " which makes me want to close my ears and imagine them dancing to something, say, more befitting to a six year old, to start with?

Sara was sitting on the usual arm chair in her room, looking out of the window at the lawn outside. It was a pleasant sunny day, the grass green and sky blue, a lonely bird sang a tune on the branch of a nearby tree.