We meet amazing people in our life.
Though strangers they are
but bear character of profound depth and diversity.
Portrait of strangers, inhabitants of a state,
"My granny had many cows in her barn. She called them all by their individual pet names and they responded as well. Their names were all after the name of Indian rivers like Ganges, Yamuna, Saraswati, Godawari...."
"One evening all cows returned home from forest after grazing, except one the Ganges.
Ganges came home the morning next. Granny was angry on her and she scolded her. Ganges eyes were all swelled up with tears and she was weeping."
"That is so curious, a pet cow responding on emotional level....?"
"Yes, and then granny came close to Ganges and saw blood and bruises all around her neck. Granny understood that somehow she could save herself from some wild animal, lay hidden in the near by muddy ravine of river all night and in the morning she was able to come back to home."
"And now it was my granny's turn to weep, throwing herself on to the Ganges, caressing her neck incessantly...."
(the story place is Chikhla near Nagpur, region called Vidarbh, rich in Mn ores, wild area in the times 1950s, 60s)
Though strangers they are
but bear character of profound depth and diversity.
Their story
quote with photograph
makes it magical-reality,
as if this being an incredible act of
freezing a fleeting moment.
Portrait of strangers, inhabitants of a state,
vibrant monologue of human life,
to share herewith !!"My granny had many cows in her barn. She called them all by their individual pet names and they responded as well. Their names were all after the name of Indian rivers like Ganges, Yamuna, Saraswati, Godawari...."
"One evening all cows returned home from forest after grazing, except one the Ganges.
Ganges came home the morning next. Granny was angry on her and she scolded her. Ganges eyes were all swelled up with tears and she was weeping."
"Yes, and then granny came close to Ganges and saw blood and bruises all around her neck. Granny understood that somehow she could save herself from some wild animal, lay hidden in the near by muddy ravine of river all night and in the morning she was able to come back to home."
"And now it was my granny's turn to weep, throwing herself on to the Ganges, caressing her neck incessantly...."
(the story place is Chikhla near Nagpur, region called Vidarbh, rich in Mn ores, wild area in the times 1950s, 60s)
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| sharing story with Saraitikra teaching staff near Ambikapur |
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| sharing story with Saraitikra teaching staff near Ambikapur |
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