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                                                THE  OUTSIDER
She saw before her a vast stretch of  landscape.  A huge garden stretching out to vast  spaces  .It   turminated  at  the  farthest  end  where  one could see a wide and deep well. The  well  looked ancient  and deeply ambushed by the  exotic  growths around it.  It   almost  took  an idyllic hue. It had the  old  water hauling  contraption. A long tilted wooden pole with a  bucket  hanging  on the other end. She would  pull  at  the rope and  push the bucket slowly inside the well. She could not see  it  going down in the darkness of the deep down. It was quite scary. She always waited for the bucket to hit the surface of the water. A  deep  somber  sound of  chapaak  would emanate from the unknown depths  for which  she  waited  with bated breath. It was mesmerizing. It seemed as if some gigantic creature was aroused from his deep  slumber . She would go very close to the edge of the well to explore a bit more. Fear had not entered her as  yet  perhaps  her psyche was at the nascent stage. It was dark inside  but  she was bold enough   to bend  from the   precarious  edge of the well to have a closer view. It was very daring for a girl of her age. Her voice echoed  in  the  dark interiors   enveloping  it fully. She saw the dark mossy walls  inside. She peered  into it more  and could see  the dark bottom. It  looked  mysterious with a  dark mass of undulating waters –mercurial   and opaque. She   pulled up the half- filled bucket and splashed it over the stony platform which was quite inclined and from there the water took its course to its  assigned  areas.   She observed  the  snaky stream of water meandering  around the  plantations. She very carefully   tread  upon the bunds  around the plantations   where grew a variety of vegetables.
She looked up. The brightness of the Sun and the blue sky dazed her eyes. She had no tab on the time. She only waited for her grandfather who  would  take her along  for the inspection of  the garden. He would never question her over her safety regarding the well but get busy in mending the broken ridges around the beds to facilitate the equitable distribution of water. He would show  her the hidden buds and blossoms of pumpkin and melon  which remained shielded by their   creeping stems laden fully  with big round leaves. She knew  the   pumpkin  would grow to its full size which would be enormous with its golden yellow sheen and dark green stripes  and the fragrant sweetness of the melon. They sat snuggled there away from the prying eyes .Both looked at them with warmth and endearment. Her grandfather was always in that one cloak which fitted him loosely. He wore wooden sandals and his gait was regal. His half open  mouth and his  looks    emanated    a  warmth which unconsciously  made her feel wanted and  she  felt happy in his company. She  loved to be very close to him because he always smelled of sandal.He never looked at her but she could feel his complete empathy with her. He surveyed each and every cultivated part of the garden  while  she broke into a sort of merry go round.  She raced past the rows of growing pea  plants  the bushes of garden cucumber carefully passing by the myriad small cruciferous  growth. They were the pearls and jewels peeping through the weeds which grew in abandon   on the side ways.  And thus her rendevouz  with the garden would be over.She would sally through the garden door and enter  the  house.
After this a big hiatus.
She was standing before the vegetable section of a high ended mall of the metropolitan city.  She saw the vegetables arranged in boxes where they sat snug being tossed and turned by the discerning customers. They  seemed to be yielding   themselves  to the robotic   humen  who scrutinized them to the extent of leaving them bruised. Their carts were overflowing and they were  heaping  it  more so rapaciously. She suddenly visualized  the slothful slumbering creature of that deep well  sprawled out and giving out  soulful groans which got submerged in the clamor  of the evolved humans of  the  evolved times..She saw the heaped - up  carts and the striking dichotomy  between  the child and the  parent. There seemed to be no connect  between the two.
The clock chimed and she felt the prick on her ear. She thought she heard the deep chapaak of the bucket and her grandfather looking  at  the  ripples  in the flowing narrow streams eager to seep  the earth. She saw herself being almost overlapped by the huge persona of her   grandfather while walking alongside.
 She came out of her reverie. Today she had a dream .It was the dream of  the  distant  white  expanse  of a  beach  shorn  of people-  expansive  and   meeting  so silently the corrugated waves of the receding sea. The air  was   almost  comatose  with the  dazzling brightness of various hues   and  suddenly she woke up with a lark in her heart and  a spring in her feet. She was there living  in  the moment when the past and the present  seemed to be subsumed by that moment.

Was  it the Nirvan ?   

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