Ever wondered how beautiful a sunrise is, orrr most of you have experienced it? I know but still it makes a great literary start. Well, that day I was experiencing one with chai in my one hand and my other hand in the pocket ( its not always fancy). Great morning in the foothills of the Himalayan terrain in this hilly town.
I didn't wanted to stagger the moment by clicking a photograph of it or you say camera battery was down(your choice).
Suddenly chaiwala ( not from Gujrat ) became a whole lot friendly with me giving me mantras on life which I had just read a day ago in
" जीवन के रहस्य "
that I bought for 15 bucks during my bus trip here, but then I thought interrupting him in between to say that he left a few lines would be really demotivating for him. Then I knew all this " affèctionè " was because he wanted me to look for his shop till he came back from his spiritual relaxation ( pee ) .
He left towards the other side of the hill and then I got my first customer, somebody tapped me on my shoulder from behind, I turn and I saw a lady with a hiking bag and dressed as if she has just submitted Everest. I created this joke just then, so I laughed but this laugh didn't quite go well (like liberalism).
She shouted at me , with abuses that I couldn't spell or pronounce well like 'Bescumber' , 'Cacafuego' and 'Coccydynia' and other love bites.
She thought I was being misogynistic but I think she took feminism to the level where it turns into murder.
For a moment I thought she's my mom waking me from my dreams.
I was googling her abuses and she thought I was ignoring her ( partially true ). Now I was pissed so I just looked with wide eyes at her and then came the biggest embarrassment for me
The " he's going to rape me " look in her eyes, I have to return from Sambit patra to RaGa.
We followed verbal distancing for five minutes then she asked me to give tea. No sugar, no ginger please ,she said.
Then fuc..ng why tea leaves also, I'll boil water and will give it to you, I thought.
Till then I was thinking that the chaiwala was trying to originate a river down there. I was sitting on a rock infront of the stall and she was 345 cms away ( I am not desperate just good in measurement ). Finally he came ( to the shop ) and apologised to me for his delay , he said he started debating on net worth of Mukesh Ambani with his friend. I said him to never meet me again in my life. The lady then came to me and said "sorry dude" , I just smiled ( I deserve more than dude I must be called sir now, but whatever ).
I asked her where she was staying she said the name of hotel which was just next to mine downhill, She asked me that how she could compensate my insult I asked her to add a bit of sugar and ginger to her tea next time. She laughed and asked me seriously, I asked her to take a walk down to the hotel with me. We started , she introduced herself as Malvika , a botanist . I told her my name but now I was confused that how can I decorate unemployment. I told her that I am a writer and then I saw the most unamazed look in my life, if Dhoni was girl, she would've won us the world cup with her calmness . During the walk she changed to an extent, where politicians would fail.
She sounded pure and so was the wind around.
It was a walk of around three kilometres but weather and nature were the most supporting elements for a walk. She was explaining me her views on plant conservation and it's present narrative and I was upset because I couldn't find a plot for my next project from her conversations. I am a guy who does not like to talk a lot specially with the feminine accomplices.
Suddenly she received a call and mood swing was visible she talked and became silent for ten minutes, for the first time in my life I didn't wanted silence. So we stopped and I insisted her to sit for a while, then she told me, that was her fiance who just broke their engagement because she was travelling for her researches a lot and didn't have a place where she could adjust him. I was not shocked , that could've been me too, but I didn't knew how to confront her too . So I just took my diary out and showed her a photograph of mine in a hospital with plasters all around and bed ridden. She was shocked and asked me how it happened and all that exclamatory questions.
I told her, once just like today I was into nature in the search of a plot to write upon anf I slipped from a fifty feet cliff, my spine broke, both of my tibula were broken , I had multiple fractures in my body around thirteen. My father asked me to quit this profession and come back to the conventional earth , but deep inside my gut I was told by someone to continue being this extraterrestrial to this capitalistic world. Well here I am, I don't know about your gut but that provocative someone can be me to your journey.
Then she got a bit relaxed and shared everything with me and I also created a high score in 'introverts game of talking to strangers'. We discussed about our future plans (separate).
She gave me her card and asked me to inform her whenever I will be in Punjab, she belonged to Chandigarh and while I was saving her number in my phone she asked me to save her name as 'Mali' because that's what she's called by her friends. For me she was just a random girl , a stranger (whose food you don't eat) but yaa, it was great talking to someone after so long.
We often leave our best evolved appliances like communication and replace them to their electrical counterparts, talking to someone close just doesn't touches you deeply but also holds you strong to leave a message that you are not alone but you have a family waiting and a planet to take care of as a lineage.
Today also while writing , I was out of any idea , then I thought that I should depict that how ideas are born and how sometimes the journey of their birth can be a better plot to write upon.
Today I am settled , I talk to people and with my partner on everything , but I think now I have to go eat otherwise , I'll have to play dodgeball with dishes, and a complete night lecture on life in plants.
Buy guys.
Cominnnnggg Mali !!
ATUL PRAVAKAR.