Tuesday, November 22, 2005

The Looking Glass

It is amazing what a simple thing like the smell of fresh earth can evoke . The simple Smell of water mingling with earth tugged me by my sleeve and transported me into a journey which I never thought was possible. It took me by my hand , from the snow melted street of Norway into an open, green, lush field in a little village in India. The village where days used to start with the sweet smell of fresh milk from the cow which fills your lungs and senses with warmth. The afternoon's sun playing with the water causing an iridiscence of colours. The sound of the temple bell translating into God's voice. The smell of fresh hay causing a contentment with existence.

But I realised that I had not embarked on this journey alone. Along with me was the Memories which gently prodded me towards a looking glass. Through it, I could see a little girl playing hide and seek with her brother behind the haystack. I could see a winking granny hiding cashewnuts in the girl's pockets. I could see the entire farm swathed in blemishless laughter of children playing cricket. I could see the sapling which the girl had promised to water every day of her life. The looking glass showed me a world where every lock held a different key than it does today. But only, I have lost the keys.

9 comments:

Neelam Prabhu Gaonker said...

keep lookin gal...u shall find the key some day !!! :p :p
but yeah...some doors just dont get unlocked again !!!!and those are the ones u want to be open very desperately :(
the post is exhilarating n depressin at the same time....!!! it paints a very vivid picture n suddenly u know wat u r missing the most !!!!!

Hemamalini said...

@neelam.. am not planning to look for lost keys:) shall treasure the ones i have now.watsay?

i completely agree with u that it was a depressing piece about exhilarating thoughts..i somehow seem to come up with depressing stuff, though i don't mean to!

life seems to be full of doors which get locked up as soon as you pass through them:)

kray said...

Agree with neelam abt the exhilarating and depression at the same time thing :).
Trouble is, when you know the doors will close, and you will lose the keys, the temptation's always there to just stay put. But that way, you can never get anywhere with your life :-<....

Srini said...

Hema,

So the smell of fresh earth is not the key. It is the port-key that took you to those long-lost places :) The key thing here is, not to lose those memories/wishes. You never know when you get a chance to live/relive them!

Hemamalini said...

@kray.yeah.,then the doors in front will also lock you out..so enjoy the present without the shadow of the past:|

@srini..port key.hmm, you watched harry potter?:)
relive them? dont think thats a remote possibility.though it is a pleasant thought, nevertheless..

Srini said...

Read HP long before I watched HP.Reliving is like reconstructing - we can only get close, but never match the same experience, as not all the elements that went into the original one are present now. :)

Anonymous said...

why the helplessness? maybe you havent looked for the keys in the right place...

Hemamalini said...

@srini..cos of the time diff between the book and the movie,i always forget the story.. and yes, I believe you can discuss philosophy;)

Hemamalini said...

@jayen.. the story definitely doesn't reflect my state of mind.. you know that i always believe i hold the keys to my happiness:)