In the late autumn afternoons,the dancing winds often play a game of 'whirl'. While they sit in their air conditioned offices with big rectangular windows that offer a clear view of the green lawn patch outside.Beyond the company lines,the golden brown stretch of dry grass and a forlorn neem tree with crisp yellow leaves stay still. The mountains around,offer an outline to the industrial zone. Who has the time to note its beauty? My soft plea to stop and take a look around is muffled in the noise of the trucks and the smoking factory chimney.
Amongst man's chaos, for the easily distracted,the wind plays a little jingle. It visits the lawns and tickles the bougainvillea,the flowers enjoy the afternoon guests. The ones up for fun, detangle from the claws of the plant and whirl with the wind. The flowers give shape to the otherwise shapeless and invisible element of nature. Pink,white and the occasional tinge of pink with white raise with the wind. They soar to the delight of the one distracted employee behind the glass wall. The gardner like a game show host watches nature play. the winds soar higher challenging the flower puffs. The wind laughs and pulls the flowers away,across the garden patch. They swing and sway along.
With a quick gust, the wind soars leaving the flower puffs behind. Applause. The wind once again shapeless and invisible. Only its wheezing shows its existence. For a second the mind is empty. The feeling after a highly enjoyed show. The flowers scattered across the garden patch add color to the zone. The gardener just as quite as the spectator before,starts raking the lawns. The mind of the distraced employee slithers back into place,the beeping of the fax machine,the ring of a telephone,the discussion in the cabin next door.
The wind lurches ahead, in search of another game. Moving across the golden brown dry patch,through the forlorn neem tree.For a while,the stiff branches sway,then they are back to 'stay'. The gardner rakes the lawn clean and the employee gets back to her work station. Both enjoyed my show.
Till another autumn afternoon wind and another distracted employee,nature signs off.
[Written about a year back. Found it, when I was decluttering Inbox as per Declutter December]
Amongst man's chaos, for the easily distracted,the wind plays a little jingle. It visits the lawns and tickles the bougainvillea,the flowers enjoy the afternoon guests. The ones up for fun, detangle from the claws of the plant and whirl with the wind. The flowers give shape to the otherwise shapeless and invisible element of nature. Pink,white and the occasional tinge of pink with white raise with the wind. They soar to the delight of the one distracted employee behind the glass wall. The gardner like a game show host watches nature play. the winds soar higher challenging the flower puffs. The wind laughs and pulls the flowers away,across the garden patch. They swing and sway along.
With a quick gust, the wind soars leaving the flower puffs behind. Applause. The wind once again shapeless and invisible. Only its wheezing shows its existence. For a second the mind is empty. The feeling after a highly enjoyed show. The flowers scattered across the garden patch add color to the zone. The gardener just as quite as the spectator before,starts raking the lawns. The mind of the distraced employee slithers back into place,the beeping of the fax machine,the ring of a telephone,the discussion in the cabin next door.
The wind lurches ahead, in search of another game. Moving across the golden brown dry patch,through the forlorn neem tree.For a while,the stiff branches sway,then they are back to 'stay'. The gardner rakes the lawn clean and the employee gets back to her work station. Both enjoyed my show.
Till another autumn afternoon wind and another distracted employee,nature signs off.
[Written about a year back. Found it, when I was decluttering Inbox as per Declutter December]
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