When the Sun is up in the morning,
That paths.... The colour of that paths;
Either Tarred, concreted; or Reddish ?,
It was a journey to our farm house,
A dream which was completely designed early before years !
Having a beneficial effect of temperate climate there !
Dreams of a Village,
It is the summer urges us to move to the farmhouse !
Which has something to say:,
Ways of shadowing humidity and grief
All because of sadness of the year went on ;
Through the improvement which made the concrete path reddish !,
The children competing to feed the birds and animals in the farm house,
Small cages which are built outside after cutting the trees halfway;
The burrows of rabbit polished with mud on the floor;
A pond, smooth ,round pebbles ,a bridge in between,
The people who reached the farm house for working...
When their works get hot
Equipments ,cold water to remove thirst were handed over to them,
The light should be dig up in the darkness and given ,
Before the darkness of sadness spreads,
They need to hold the helm of the night shift
The grains which they harvested are filled in sacs at that light,
The rooms of farm house were now enriched with grains,
It is to be protected for years from rats and moths;
Some of it stored in the attic,
Their fairwells and greetings are for the next one year,
A Courtyard where dark withered leaves fly in the wind,

Bougainvilleas on their gate was impressive,
And like an arch,
It made their gate attractive,
Helps to melt in joy,
Like a song of welcome...and a sweet touch
When reached there in her house
There was no smile on our faces; just worries !
The time when she was not there,
On our way to reach the farm house,
Which was decorated with meadows, flowers, doves and rabbit...
After half an hour she came,
She was on wheel chair ; rolling with hands;
The callus in her hand made it easy ...while rolling the wheel,
The Unquenchable light in her eyes !
We asked, "How are you?",
We waited for the result with bated breath,
She laughted "just as before
A confidently alerted voice

When in the incubator, for premature babies;
The whole family members rejoice, When there is no death or illness to the baby of seven or eight months,
But resulting in disability below the waist;
Her father was on dialysis treatment,
And her younger brother ,a student
Her limitations bothered us !
But as an answer to our gloomy faces, She spoke confidently,

When once we visited she was engaged in her household duties-
Without abiding in the wheel chair !
We surprised to saw this,
She was only seventeen at that time "Her schooling ?"
But we didn't ask,
We thought it should have asked in another context
But answered by her grandmother Avoiding her ailment ....with full confidence,
-Attending special schools "
But there is a peculiarity here also
We stunned and feared what was going to be told?
But first in each class; Certificates, awards,
We gave her biscuites and cakes, carrying in hand,
She took it lovingly;
Then rolled her wheel chair to the kitchen before her mother and grand mother reached there,
Mixed the lemon juice,
She was giving a new version of confidences to our gloomy faces;
Words are always stuck in the chest,
We feared whether it cause her painful,
Words never came out to make her pain;
She, who laughs at our questions in front,

We put the heavy thoughts of vini in her own way !!!
In that confidence.. joy... determination !!!
We just look outside to the Bougainvillaes near the gate and said:
"Each time when I came here; I loved this Bougainvillaes also,
It is of rose in colour; paperly,
She shook her head;
By giving emphasis to that
We said "Though there were garden in the farm house,
We think this look like a true garden in the entrance of the gate ;
With full flowers decorated in the arch
Really ever green....ornamental, with nice fragrance,
There were no other flowering plants inside; a landscape without garden,
Only some multicoloured leaf plants.....which are not watered daily....,
Though there were so much flowers and its fragrance just as our farm house;
I love this bouginvillaes;
Which stands still in a celebrative mood !
Without laziness !;
Which keeps lay mesmerising even if the colours are less dark !;
They asked;"whether it has grown wildly...? we planned to remove It for getting clarity In front .....
But it encourages by filling happiness ,We said
They shook their head agreeably
This bougainvillaes reminds us about vini too,
So we buy some chocolates or cakes for her,
When we talk with her we gain confidence from her,
A touch ,not need any Condolence !
But a life with consummate happiness !
Just as this bougainvillaes..... she also!
Without leaving the ascendency !
















© Uma.V.S