we paint with colours....we paint with words....and we paint with feelings as well.
as i sit down at my computer this rain drenched morning, i witness a beautiful sight just outside my window...an emerald countryside, with lush green paddy on either side, as far and as wide as the eye can see....bluish hils in the distance, and a silent solemn
Kopili sailing beside. The road is bumpy, and full of interjections--cows lazing, snotty children playing, tanned workers drying hay in d sun--all on the road, and yet, for a first timer like yours truly, its fun. The driver grumbles at the pathetic roads...and i laugh in glee each time we ride the bumps and troughs of this apology of a road...the countryside around me lilts and sways .. and .i am reminded of Dylan Thomas
"
All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay"
I know not how it is, and yet
I can smell the hay.
we arrive at our destination--kampur--snuggled amidst memories, in the district of Nagon, it falls somewhere in between NH 36 and NH 37. The railways are the most effective means for transmuters. It is a town, and yet, the
Kapili flows alongside...it is a few steps away from where we are put up. I am thrilled. The blessings of technology are to be seen everywhere, and yet somehow people haven't forgotten to be warm. It is my first time there, and not even for once do i feel that i am not at home. a small world, people mostly know one another, and by the time we bid adieus to this place..i know most of them too...
we returned through nagaon via
Kathiatoli , and the sights, once again, are breathtaking. This road too isn't different--bumpy as the previous one(which by the way was the road that led directly to Kampur from
Roha)---and yet the countryside is equally enthralling. It is emerald-hued, and as we drive along country roads, the rain sprinkles... soon after the sun smiles....and then, like magic i see the most beautiful rainbow i have ever seen...it is a double rainbow actually....two wide colourful arcs..one a reversed shadow of the other, two beauty-full semicircles...it almost seems as though the heavens are smiling...(doesnt a rainbow remind you of an inverted smile??to me it does, here there are two)................and then just at the point on the earth from where the brighter arc seems2emanate there is a solitary hut, with a clump of trees(in the midst of acres and acres of paddy). Screened by the rainbow, the hut is drenched in colour. It feels as though this hut were a pebble plonked into the river of nature , and the rainbow, and its shadow close by ripples in the wind.........
brrrrrrrrrrrr..........bbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
the phone barks out its vibrations,..and i m jolted out of my reverie...a missed call.......i look out of my window,the countryside vanishes..its a concrete porch right outside my window...replete with cars parked and labourers working...obstructing the view of the lawn at our neighbours.....dejection tries to set in...d feeling that had originally led me into my reverie through words....but i refuse..i refuse to be bogged down any longer...rejuvenated, i wind up my account, and gear myself for my next project......suffused with colours, suffused with memories, imaginations and words..........
*besides i was foolhardy enough to forget my camera at home....so i hv uploaded acouple of pix hoping it helps in d effect...
* http://maps.google.co.in/maps?hl=en&q=kampur+nagaon&um=1&ie=UTF-8&hq=&hnear=Kampur,+Assam&gl=in&ei=_6dCTO2yK47-vQPL4oz4DA&sa=X&oi=geocode_result&ct=title&resnum=1&ved=0CAoQ8gEwAA
