Hangovers

O really , this time the height of boredom is beyond the clouds somewhere. I havent received 'maati' yet and I am on the same intial three pages of the book presently in my custody. Writers would die seeing the pathetic way of reading their writings the way I do. After attending weddings the hangovers become pertinent and put a hard break pushing us into the same mundane routine.Weddings mean dancing, gatherings, fun and falling back into old times with flood of relatives. Satisfying the prodigious apetite and deciding the menu card makes us the kings and queens of the home. All the night-outs to mock and fleer at the night that it doesn't matter how much it tries to put us into slumber,we will go on jumping into fun.The customes and mores with old songs by old ladies of home feel us so connected and rural that we start forgetting all the things we left behind. 

This time the fields, fruit laden orchids, antique grandparent homes, faded old photographs of our parents in their youth, the customised hills with temples, beautiful canals and dams drenching the skin of the earth with cold,sweet water refreshed and revived me with the magnificient background I belong to. It was  astonishing to see the swords, ancient earthen pots, secret doors in the rooms were we slept when we were child but could realise only now that my home itself is no less than a museum full of adventures and histories.The gigantic doors with fine carvings of old architectural patterns, beautiful lintels offering me to fall everytime I pass the doorway, deep covered wells that really appear to be a deep black hole in the chest of the earth making us hysterically scared, big broad courtyard in the centre of the house where the company of stars in the night and the busyness of the day could build best 24 hours of life. While pulling water out of a handpump we really felt that we had strived to get something like pure, luke warm, sweet fluid from the bottom of the soil which was preserved only for us to take the charm of it.The morning sunlight also seems coming straight from the castle of the sun into our home without any interruptions washing every corner with its freshness.I feel proud to have such a big, magnificient and ancient village and it gives me the feeling that I am connected to the history that must have anticipated us coming and vicariously repeating all such great moments of past.