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The Affair continues..

Banana trees became  another favourite .... with their long, shapely leaves, clad in vibrant green colour from head to toe, these look regal.
Sometimes  the leaves sway like elephant's ears slowly,gracefully with elegance  unlike the Peepalleaves fluttering like a flock of birds on the slightest cue.
Peepal leaves cause furore at the merest hint of air and make a noise like gushing water. that's why its another name is Chaldal i.e Chancahl(restless ) dal(leaf) To me they feel like a big bunch of naughty kids all rushing at the same time.  We have a BIG Peepal tree in front of our house in north. It's large, shady and green.....full of life. Always full of chirping sparrows, cooing koels,crowing crows ,humming bees and chattering monkeys. In the evenings it looks beautiful as mitti ke deepak filled with mustard oil are lit under it. I am grateful to my neighbours as they never messed up the tree with 'pooja samagri' and had made it a point to clean the place every mor…

VIRASAT

VIRASAT

One of the most beautiful movies of Indian cinema, its as real as it can get along with melodious song, folk dance, lush village fields, rainbow chunris, clear rushing brooks and latticed ataris ..... the characters are honest, well layered and recognisable ...

First the story by Bharathan and Kamal Hassan in itself is complete then cinematography of Ravi K. Chandran and direction of Priyadarshan left nothing for desire. The movie has 'THE Priyadarshan Touch' with antiques, authentic art crafts,old havelis and sahmbles of temples with lakes, pools and  banyan trees with hanging roots.. all to capture your attention and imagination! 

The natural talent of Anil Kapoor and the rest of the cast with a special mention to the acting and characters of Govind Namdev  and Milind Gunaji take it to the  next level.
Special mention to Tabu for the wide eyed ,bholi-bhali village belle crying unabashedly at her broken marriage ...

Though Chithra got the award for 'Payalein chun mu…

A Page from April 2008

My  Daughter and Her father


My sweet little daughter arrived on 17th June , 6 months
after my husband  joined a firm in Dehradoon (Uttrakhand) . Due to his new job, he was not getting leaves  and was unable to spend much time with her as she was with me in my hometown Hapur(U.P.)

He got to meet her on alternate weekends , which means that he could hold her, cradle her and caress her only for that day...  so, he used to cherish every little wriggle of her nose, the perfect small 'O' of her yawn, the way she clutched his thumb with her tiny fingers, the way she'd look from her kohl rimmed sparkling black eyes,the rhythmic breathing movement of her small body while sleeping, her tender skin and that sweet smell of a new born ...... Everything about her was endearing ... to me and to him.


Sleeping under the wraps of her colourful sheets she looked like a bud lying calmly in the folds of its petals- serene and divine. She was so small, a tiny bundle of softness .... scented and…