tsukitsukiiii

[tsukitsukiiii]

what do you think the festive season is all about?

is it food? is it enjoyment? is it irrationalities in reasoning? is it homecoming? or is it the interaction? is it the new flowers of love? or maybe the extra smile that is brought about by each of our behaviours? is it otherwise the light of hope, thats later on diminished by the flowing tears?

i think its about forgiveness, it is about forgetting the past, the godess's win over evil spirit or is the win of humane tragedies over the past inadequcies. its not the colours in the dress or in the smalles of the bulbs hunging over the verendah from where the little sibling duo try to sneak and look over what sweets father have brought, but more, it is colouring of the black and white memories from the past, which are going to be repainted in the next few days, it is the forgiveness of all the sour feelings between the brothers for last month or two, its the mixing of the colours of the different sweets that chachi and mami brought from their hometown, it is the beautiful contradictory mix of colours of sarees when mom and masi hug, it is the colour of the morning tea that are to be made yet again, though already 3 courses of them had been run through by papa and the eldery, its the coulourful boxes of the new kurta that you and your cousins are gonna wear this evening.

it is not restriction at the homes though, the brotherly hug of the uncles of the other street at the evening function, the seating again in the common region for the uncle in pagri, just beside the uncle with taqiah, the seating of maybe the truck driver uncle, with the police wala, and sharing a cup of tea and (not a bundle of notes, lol), the jee aspirant talking with the doctor of the neighbourhood, who has returned from the city for the festival,

what is the parting away then? why those tears?

yk what? for an earthen diya to burn brightly, its to be kept in the layer of oil, the cotton to be well drenched as well, maybe its not the oil that matters much the event of the time, the excitement of the inner you, to get up next day and get those out, your tears are the oil, the time is the distance, now we dont need to say here time and distance are relative,

it is the excitement man, it is the honour to wait again, its the growing love for that one cousin that you feel when they leave, for them and for you to return again the spring over holi, or the early summer over a vacation for fortnight , its your wait again for the spiral jalebi that you wanted to have this time, but poor you, it was meant for the guest and not for you!

nonetheless,the festival season is for the broad smile, its not for " apke toothpaste me namak hai? " ki nahi and more for " kuch meetha ho jae? " ironically again , i , for the writer is here, writing this, once the dusherra is over, and waits again for 360 days or so, but the smile indeed came through, wishing the same to you,

happy dusherra!

[tsukitsukiiii]

Do you ever think nowadays

That probably me and you are looking at the moon at the same time?

Thinking about me, just like I am thinking of you.

[tsukitsukiiii]

You looked like the shell, the shell of the seas,

The gleaming light blue and pink, and the green of the scenes

The bright shades that touch up to the sky,

The shades that made my depressed heart fckin smile.

You really are like those shells that fell from your hand

Ma'am, may I pick one of them, for you?

The endless blue sky from the ends of the sea

Or wait, are you those white clouds? Floating up to the moons??!

Or probably those white rabbit that playing hide n seek with innocence at peak

You could be that clean flowing stream maybe

Or the bird that sings with dawn under its' wings.

Oh girl, oh girl

You make me think, you make me think

In the rush of all my thoughts, all you do is blink

You give me a pause, a rest off from the weights,

I don't want to say it,

But you have that "she got me thinking"  days.

You look like the dawn, but I wanna see the sunsets with you

You might be the moon, but I wanna find your shine be it, a new moon

But as Haruki said, "I want to pick a page from your book"

I ain't that romantic or bookish

But I still wanna ask

May I? Pick a sea shell, just for you?

This writing is dedicated to someone I saw on 1st July, at my college... she had a fall of shells from a packet of it, which she had in a room full of students, being an introvert... the way she went by the situation, with the charming smile of hears, really had my heart. I don't know if I will ever talk to her or not but that idea seldom seems to bother me,

One thing about this I would like to mention is, about "may I pick a shell just for you" .... it's an idea taken from Yoru Sumino's "I want to eat your pancreas" . Like Haruki Shiga while wanting to confess tried to say, I want to eat your pancreas, more specifically when he tried to write, 'can I have a page of your book', the line "picking shell for you" refers to the same idea.