..Raah pe Rahete Hain...

Raah pe rahte hain
Yaadon pe basar karte hain

Khush Raho Yahale watan
Hum to safar karte hain

Haan jal gaye jo,
dhup mein to, Saaya ho gaaye,

Aasmaaa koi kona, thora so gaye
Jo Guzar jaati hain bas,
Usi pe guzar karte hain..

Raah pe rahte hain
Yaadon pe basar karte hain

Khush Raho Yahale watan
Hum to safar karte hain

That's her in the picture singing. I wont be around, but she shall sing, maybe to others, maybe to herself, but i heard her singing yesterday on the phone too.

This after, she heard me, suggesting the song. And i talked to maa and i heard her hum the tune in the background.

It was when she was a toddler that the picture above was taken. She has lived life on her terms, as far as possible, given the constraints of a bengali, brahmin, middle class, towards conservative, indian family. Some of these categorisations carry no meaning to me increasingly in life, but then such is life, it carries no meaning too, and yet one has to live with it.

To her, again. She has endured fits of the deadliest diseases in life, each time, she was gone gone and going, and each time, she has come back. Be it when she was a toddler or when she was just flowering in her adolescent years as a growing woman.

She has seen life from the most sensitive corners of one's soul, travelling to a large city, savouring its myriad trappings, and the circus of people around, and has come back, and resided within the safety and sanctity of home. Today her sensitivities persevere with ruthlessness on the outside.

With time, i find her becoming that woman, who dedicates herself to life, and it is about time thus to make this prayer for her. Soon she might travel, may she travel oh lord, on her raahs of life again, and this time, put that song on her lips, pleasee!!

Praying for my lovelist sister darling, pucchu pucchu shona..

~aquietchild.