In my courtyard,
Lurks those ghosts of memories
Waiting to come alive.
Hibiscus was a part of our childhood. I don’t remember a single house in Kerala without this plant in their courtyard.
Hibiscus leaves were used as a shampoo and conditioner in Indian households. My sister and I loved this homemade shampoo. Those times we never used store-bought shampoos and conditioners on our hair.
Though we were supposed to use the grindstone to make the leaves into a pulp, my sister and I preferred the electric blender for its ease of use. Of course, our mom was not so thrilled when we used her beloved blender to make shampoo which wasn’t food and we were subjected to scoldings as an aftermath.
But it was worth it. Our shiny hair made it all worth it. 🙂
I clicked the above picture inside our apartment complex some days ago. The memories a simple plant triggers…
My school had lots of trees in and around the school buildings the roots of which ran above the ground. The roots were very thick that one would easily think that it is the trunk of the tree that came down to rest on the lap of mother earth herself.
One of our favorite games used to be a slightly modified tag, where standing on the tree root was safe, but the moment you step out on the ground you can be caught and made the next catcher. We used to play this game every morning before our classes began and during lunch hour recess. These roots ran all over the ground, sometimes disappearing without a warning, sometimes reappearing out of the blue, making our tag game an interesting one.
Those roots were huge and our favorite place to sit enjoying the shade of the tree.
When exams were in session, moms used to find their spot underneath these trees, making the roots a comfy chair waiting for us kids to finish the exam.
I wonder if it is still there providing the same comfort and entertainment to the current users. How many of us have come and go relishing the same old nurturing of this world!
I spent a considerable time looking at this picture. My mind refuses to cooperate. There is no shimmer of verses to peeping in.
Looking at this picture I am baffled. I don’t see anything beyond the tall palm tree.
I am sitting in front of my laptop failed as words and thoughts refuse to befriend me.
Not every picture can be captured in my thoughts and words, and that learning humbles me.
How can I articulate in a string of idyllic words to show you the splendor of this picture when I fail to recognize it myself?
So today I am sharing the spectacular blue sky and this tall, handsome palm tree for the pleasure of your eyes along with this flash fiction:
“Hey, you!” The sound fell on Asha’s ears from afar. She looked around and then she heard it again, “Hey, over here! Tell me, how’s it going there?”
Asha glanced up. She couldn’t believe her eyes or ears. “Is it really …!!” “Are you …”, she stammered, “talking to me?”
“Yes, indeed I am. I would like to know the things happening there. Enlighten me.” the tall tree demanded politely. After the initial shock, Asha obliged. “Not that great. Too many people with too many differences and too little harmony. You are not missing anything spectacular.” She added with a smile.
“But you are!” The tree smiled back, “The view from up here is marvelous”.
Drifted from its path
Heralding a change in season
Graceful and unique
Writing a Haiku after a long time. Though I cheated with an extra syllable, I couldn’t perfect it the way I would have liked. This stray battered-looking leaf landed upon the window of my car one afternoon and I clicked immediately. It looked so perfect perched on the glass window. Joining Esha and Natasha for #WordlessWednesday & Parul for #ThursdayTreeLove.
Often I stroll,
With roots deep below, and
Calm and composed above,
Battling battles of my own,
Where no eyes reach,
To spy or judge,
A summer shade,
A winter wonder,
Questioning my purpose,
Perhaps, this many appearances I keep,
Is, in fact, my purpose in this life, I wonder.
Sharing the above picture and verses with Parul’s #ThursdayTreeLove,