Ek shyam in Nayagaon...Alibaug...Hawa ka jhoka...reflections in a wandering mind

Ek shyam in Nayagaon...Alibaug...Hawa ka jhoka...reflections in a wandering mind

As I yearn to run away from the bustling city,
just to be with myself, and check in to my inner self
the smell of eucalyptus in the air sweeps the beach.
I gaze at the dipping Sun and bid it goodbye.
The vast sea in front if me makes me just a minuscule
artifact in the vast cosmos of the earth;
The intermittent sweeping of the water beneath my feet provides
The cool sensation that the body longed for the entire day
What a way to end the day...I just pray to the Almighty (if there is one!), and thank Him for keeping me intact till this day.
All of a sudden while sipping the iced nimbu pani,
my mortal mind fluttered with memoirs of childhood
when I would come back after venturing my mom’s native village,
and my aunt would be waiting with nimbu pani, aloo chop and moori. Oh...what a time!

As I watched the village women folk return with the daily catch,
The smell of fried bangda caught my attention,
After some bangda and rice, I doze off dreaming of the puranpoli breakfast for tomorrow,
and get set to be in the bustle of the city tomorrow.