The story that came along with MONSOON

The evening was chilled up with the drizzle and I could hear the rattling of the coconut trees, I was waiting for the light to show up so that I can have my capture, but the dim light evening turned to be amazing because I had captured a story with the monsoon.

My legs where cold in the wet ground and I was about to give up and was going to turn that nob off from my camera, but she made me focus on her innocence and my shutter picked up her soul for that moment.

After I processed the photograph I was amazed to find a story inside that capture...Which made me curious to know about her, because I wanted to know what made her do the same hard work daily on the fields till the sun hits the ground.

Her name is Manimegahalai and everyone calls her Mani, she gets up before sunrise, cleans the floor with water, and sweeps the muddy floor for an even surface to make her beautiful Kolam (rangoli) with the dry rice powder and washes the dishes. This whole exercise has to be finished by her before her two little angles wake up.

As soon as her kids Devi (8yrs) and Gopi(10yrs) get up, she helps them get ready for the school and makes the breakfast for them using the dry sticks, that she carries every evening in a heap over her head barefooted from the fields. And after they leave to their school which is about a kilometer away from their hut, she bundles up the remaining food in a piece of cloth for her lunch in the fields which she eats after her day work by skipping her breakfast.

Mani has to take care of all this by her own because Mani’s husband Saravana who was a truck driver, passed away in a road accident. Seeing Mani’s daily toil, no one can say that she is weak and a helpless widow because Mani had a commitment that she will give her kids the best possible education and life.

This could be the simplest way I can describe about her life, but to be frank this is only a small part of her life.

Mani had never tasted the life’s happiest part, I wish those days will come soon for her and the pain of her bare-foot reduces.

I thank this monsoon for a special reason, cause it made me realize that every part of the world has an innocent and painful story hidden behind it....and we think We toil every day ....do We ?

The sky that wanted its attention...

We the people don’t agree to ourselves that we are getting addicted to the drug well known as "WORKAHOLIC" , if we just sit and think about it at the end of the day, we start believing it that yes we are workaholics and we forget every single important second that we used to do which we liked a lot,

That’s the same happened with me also, I just realized that i am a walking zombie in the day and a wandering nightmare in night until that precious evening, I don’t know what made me leave my workplace early that day, i hurried to my home packed all my stuffs and hopped in the direct bus to my friends place who lives at the other end of the city and sometimes which i feel is the end of the world, but again i wanted to go there no matter how far it was.

I reached his place around 6 in the evening, he lives at the 4th floor with a open terrace from where i could see the tiny houses and lands getting constructed higher and higher with apartments giving its best shot to touch the endless sky.

After chatting long on our daily screwed up life we were hungry for our evening junk, so lighting our killer sticks we headed out of the house and then the magic started, and i think that’s the reason i was there at his place.....

Believe it or not that evening the sky really wanted its attention and yes it was having its attention from all the amazed eyeballs, i almost dropped the cigarette from my mouth, and no one wanted to actually blink cause no one wanted to miss a second for that moment, the sky was speaking aloud to everyone with its magical colours and we were already under its spell,

But to be frank the sky is always beautiful, we are the one who are not able to hear it calling us, not because we don’t care for it, it’s because our daily metro life is too loud with its noise ,..........

“THINK ABOUT IT”

The silence of the colors

i have always wondered "do colors have emotions" and guess what i found about it, Yes! they do have, and they are sometimes known as the Silence of colors....

it was a Saturday evening and the monsoon breeze was still on, the paddy field was dancing at the tunes of the monsoon,the chirps of the birds where fading at a distant across and everyone were hurrying with the stacks of dry woods on there heads for their night dinner.

Having my hot mug of tea in one hand, I was wondering how things change when the dawn shows up, the drizzle had already started and people from the fields started taking shelters in our shed,.

My eyes struck on Ramar, a 12yr old boy who goes to school in the morning and works in the evening for the daily wage by selling milk and cutting out the crops,

something told me that i should take his shot which might answer my questions and yes they did, I found the silence in the boys eyes which spoke out thousands of meanings.....the shot was saturated and i felt his soul captured in motion,

Those silence of the colors are true and trust me they speak out very loud , the only thing we have to do is listen to them.......