Some 100 Kms from the mainland of Kolkata lies a patch of green I proudly claim to be mine.Visiting the greens in West Bengal have always been a mighty pleasure, but this time was special......Debipur... to me.....land of lost virtues...
I visited my farmland on the Sunday (Post all the wedding ceremonies for which I had originally been to Kolkata)
After the turmoil of dressing up daily... especially showering & tolerating jewelry...(had to be presentable for my best friend's marriage)....escape to this wonderland put my mind in sync with the wilderness I am home to...
Driving down in a vintage Ambassador ..... blur of trees side by side...realm distorted.... clouds calling....
Welcome to my land where the fields are pregnant & fruits are ripe... save the raw mangoes...delight of which I can hardly write....
Humbled I am by the reception of those whom I believed to be naive & envy their ignorance...covet their treasure ...simple living... clean air... devoid of malice .... absence of greed...
If I were to need music superior than the the gentle breeze causing ripples in the ponds...quacks of ducks n clucks of hens .... bleating sheep... where should I go??
I did go... to Dakshineshwar...the chimes of the pious bells is as close one can get to the rhythm of rural Bengal...
I visited my farmland on the Sunday (Post all the wedding ceremonies for which I had originally been to Kolkata)
After the turmoil of dressing up daily... especially showering & tolerating jewelry...(had to be presentable for my best friend's marriage)....escape to this wonderland put my mind in sync with the wilderness I am home to...
Driving down in a vintage Ambassador ..... blur of trees side by side...realm distorted.... clouds calling....
Welcome to my land where the fields are pregnant & fruits are ripe... save the raw mangoes...delight of which I can hardly write....
Humbled I am by the reception of those whom I believed to be naive & envy their ignorance...covet their treasure ...simple living... clean air... devoid of malice .... absence of greed...
If I were to need music superior than the the gentle breeze causing ripples in the ponds...quacks of ducks n clucks of hens .... bleating sheep... where should I go??
I did go... to Dakshineshwar...the chimes of the pious bells is as close one can get to the rhythm of rural Bengal...
