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My Mother’s Saree.

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My mother has a Baluchari saree. Baba had bought it for her in Kolkata many years back.

I had seen the saree many times, but had not noticed anything special about it. Today when Ma took it out from the wardrobe, I saw that the pallu/anchal i.e. endpiece of the saree was full of depicted drawings.

 I took a closer look and saw that it wasn’t any plain drawing, but the whole Ramayana was depicted on the saree. On one image I could see Rama was shooting arrows against a deer. In another image I saw Sita ma sitting and thinking deeply about something.

The saree is of orange and black colour. It is extremely soft. The work is extremely intricate.

Fine silk thread has been in making the saree and it is a gorgeous and beautiful saree.

It is a special Baluchari saree. Baluchari sarees were first made in Baluchar village in Murshidabad, West Bengal. That’s where the saree get it’s name from. Mostly all Baluchari sarees have Ramayan depicted on it.

The whole of Ramayana was depicted very nicely. But mind you, these drawing were not the work of computer imagery or painting or some other form of drawing. They were pure handiwork of saree artisans who have handstiched the whole of the series.

I asked Ma-“Where had you worn this saree?”

Ma replied-“To my cousin’s marriage and in many other functions.”

I told Ma that I was very happy that she had such a saree.

Adios!

Image courtesy of By Atudu – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=46712966

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All Smiles.

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I am all smiles,

As I am very happy.

Beyond Words,

Beyond Definition.

I am all smiles,

It’s my day.

For Ma has made vanilla ice cream,

Strawberry pan cakes,

And a beautiful cheese cake.

I am all smiles,

As I won today.

I am all smiles,

For none could beat me.

I am all smiles,

For it’s a day of celebrations.

I am all smiles,

For happiness is unlimited.

So is this creation.

Adios!

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I Came Across A Cave.

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I came across a cave.

It wasn’t well lit.

It had cobwebs and old designs.

I came across a cave.

It was ancient and hidden,

But no one lived in it.

For it was unknown.

I came across a cave,

It won’t change,

Nor would its treasures.

As a passerby, I saw it.

I came across a cave.

The darkness which glorifies it,

When the Sun goes down.

The history of its own is withstood.

The lap on which it is lying,

The creepers on its roof.

It is waiting for its own one’s,

When they will enter in it.

I came across a cave.

The depth of the cave who knows,

Maybe deeper than the reef.

Some hidden treasure may be in it.

Someone might have passed his life alone,

Or might have friends in a coup.

I came across a cave.

Some birds make nest in it.

It didn’t complain.

The ants, the mites and other creatures,

Lives in it with their pleasure.

Pitter-patter the rain drops and,

When the cold wind blows,

It gives warmth and shelter and long it is waiting for its friends.

Adios!