To the Gangetic Plains...With Love [3]
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Mirzapur
19 August, 1989
Saturday
Lost Life
A gait to adulthood; And there he was,
A chap with wonders none has.
Small was he, if his trunk to the roof
Self was his motto and set himself aloof
In the heart of his heart, loved a girl
Who for him was a passionate whirl
He in his immersed ego took no chance
And she in utter fears too deadened that lance
Took their tracks of own forever,
And an oath to face the other never.
Then, he in his mature manhood
And she in her grand womanhood
As destined, met the other on a day
With emotions one would ever say
Too late to behold the fact that she- a wife
And a tear jerking flash of a lost life
Lay there, he with a broken heart,
Fixed to the world of final depart....
"Must be an instant one, Salima?", remarked Alamelu after laughing for a while. Salima, one of her close friends, nodded with a bit of distrust on Alamelu's intention and agreed that the poem she composed was indeed instantaneous.
Ok. Then, who is this 'he' and this 'she'?
"Do things always need to reflect a personal angle, Alamelu?",retorted Salima
"Aw! Ok....no offence to our own Ms. Mirzapur Rossetti.", said Alamelu rolling her eyes.
Salima smiled and said, " Its lamb goulash tonight, your favourite."
Weekends are not boring for Alamelu anymore after she moved to Salima's house as a paying guest. It was here that she had her first taste of non-vegetarian food, chaste urdu and sufi music. Sardar Syed Yunus Kirmani, Salima's father, worked as a judge of high repute at the sessions court. He is tough yet kind, reserved yet polite and sensitive yet practical. Khairunnissa Begum, his wife is an equally generous lady and is well known for her culinary skills among her friends and relatives. Alamelu was given a room in the first floor adjacent to Salima's. But the walls of the rooms hardly mattered for the ladies.That was their friendship.[ to be continued...]
Mirzapur
19 August, 1989
Saturday
Lost Life
A gait to adulthood; And there he was,
A chap with wonders none has.
Small was he, if his trunk to the roof
Self was his motto and set himself aloof
In the heart of his heart, loved a girl
Who for him was a passionate whirl
He in his immersed ego took no chance
And she in utter fears too deadened that lance
Took their tracks of own forever,
And an oath to face the other never.
Then, he in his mature manhood
And she in her grand womanhood
As destined, met the other on a day
With emotions one would ever say
Too late to behold the fact that she- a wife
And a tear jerking flash of a lost life
Lay there, he with a broken heart,
Fixed to the world of final depart....
"Must be an instant one, Salima?", remarked Alamelu after laughing for a while. Salima, one of her close friends, nodded with a bit of distrust on Alamelu's intention and agreed that the poem she composed was indeed instantaneous.
Ok. Then, who is this 'he' and this 'she'?
"Do things always need to reflect a personal angle, Alamelu?",retorted Salima
"Aw! Ok....no offence to our own Ms. Mirzapur Rossetti.", said Alamelu rolling her eyes.
Salima smiled and said, " Its lamb goulash tonight, your favourite."
Weekends are not boring for Alamelu anymore after she moved to Salima's house as a paying guest. It was here that she had her first taste of non-vegetarian food, chaste urdu and sufi music. Sardar Syed Yunus Kirmani, Salima's father, worked as a judge of high repute at the sessions court. He is tough yet kind, reserved yet polite and sensitive yet practical. Khairunnissa Begum, his wife is an equally generous lady and is well known for her culinary skills among her friends and relatives. Alamelu was given a room in the first floor adjacent to Salima's. But the walls of the rooms hardly mattered for the ladies.That was their friendship.[ to be continued...]
