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It's Cricket
With a pause she turned back
Her flat and shadowy inflates
She smiled at me….
I jumped on the sky!!!
It was noon, beside a beach. Walking down the flat road at noon with Sun on the top gives me a sense of toiling. I remind my old days when empty pocket, empty mind and empty friends. Since childhood, melancholy surrounds me even in joy and this year with a silly event I got irritated on my own self whom we call as beloved.
She asked – are you there?
I replied – yes.
She repeated - What else can I share if you don’t drop in!
I answered rudely, what if you think I am dead. The words went out instantaneously and I understood that I made a mistake. It was over the phone.
The phone disconnected and I started lamenting. The joy of festive feel withered and grief entered in life. Gradually, I noticed everything is running away from my life though I tried hard to restrict. The nature and I, my next destiny was Bangriposhi.
One fine morning, I was in the train, and the jungle was calling me. The attraction of that calling I couldn’t resist, and now in this forest bungalow at night with food and drink listening to the sound of crickets…
The caretaker shared his life exposures and I of mine. He said – Sir, want to have more?
I remained silent, but thinking about a village lady, newly married who arrived in a new family and facing difficulties to cope up with the ambience. She was so simple that she offered to come with her to their village. I felt a little sleepy at that moment, so not carrying out my brain to listen to the caretaker’s words.
Next morning, I hired a jeep and travelled the deeper part of the jungle; the dam and an opencast mine - filled with china clay mineral. A full white clustered rocks and deep green forest was asking me to stay there. I asked the driver to halt and we paused near a tribal village. The best visual that remained in my memory - the art works on their walls and in front of their cottage. Wish I could visit now and fill my heart with those greeneries and darkness. The sweetest songs are breathing in the air, which is uttering – its cricket…. its cricket… its cricket.
The World Cup is on, and my little heart is pounding with joy as his team is winning…
Debashish Bhattacharya
16.10.2024
© mystiic
Her flat and shadowy inflates
She smiled at me….
I jumped on the sky!!!
It was noon, beside a beach. Walking down the flat road at noon with Sun on the top gives me a sense of toiling. I remind my old days when empty pocket, empty mind and empty friends. Since childhood, melancholy surrounds me even in joy and this year with a silly event I got irritated on my own self whom we call as beloved.
She asked – are you there?
I replied – yes.
She repeated - What else can I share if you don’t drop in!
I answered rudely, what if you think I am dead. The words went out instantaneously and I understood that I made a mistake. It was over the phone.
The phone disconnected and I started lamenting. The joy of festive feel withered and grief entered in life. Gradually, I noticed everything is running away from my life though I tried hard to restrict. The nature and I, my next destiny was Bangriposhi.
One fine morning, I was in the train, and the jungle was calling me. The attraction of that calling I couldn’t resist, and now in this forest bungalow at night with food and drink listening to the sound of crickets…
The caretaker shared his life exposures and I of mine. He said – Sir, want to have more?
I remained silent, but thinking about a village lady, newly married who arrived in a new family and facing difficulties to cope up with the ambience. She was so simple that she offered to come with her to their village. I felt a little sleepy at that moment, so not carrying out my brain to listen to the caretaker’s words.
Next morning, I hired a jeep and travelled the deeper part of the jungle; the dam and an opencast mine - filled with china clay mineral. A full white clustered rocks and deep green forest was asking me to stay there. I asked the driver to halt and we paused near a tribal village. The best visual that remained in my memory - the art works on their walls and in front of their cottage. Wish I could visit now and fill my heart with those greeneries and darkness. The sweetest songs are breathing in the air, which is uttering – its cricket…. its cricket… its cricket.
The World Cup is on, and my little heart is pounding with joy as his team is winning…
Debashish Bhattacharya
16.10.2024
© mystiic
