Tea under banyan tree
Dusty village road with tar getting ripped off on the sides at acute angles and small pot-holes appearing with having dried up leaves from old banyan trees standing tall on either sides. Serene pond on the side of the road with occasional bubbles in midst of ripples created by small fishes. Old dilapidated temple and a small chai-shop with local village snacks in glass bottles covered with dust from the road settled nicely camaflouging the sppousedly lip-smacking snacks inside and rusty lids trying to keep them fresh with natural preservatives.
An Old couple doing the dual role , I guess, of serving hot chai in small glasses to the customers going on that road and also being care-takers of the temple in the background. Wonder if at any point of time pilgrims would outnumber the travellers at this spot.
Smelling fresh air, hearing sound of dried leaves slowly gliding down, seeing the long long roots of banyan trees appearing like tresses of a newly wed bride , touching serene pond water filled with recent rains in this area and two humans trapped in this picture and timeframe trying to provide some more life to this drape.
Only smudgy strokes of brush in this beautiful painting were the buzzing of the vehicles on the roads that were further eroding the road in a slow painful way, that were vacuum-cleaning in reverse way the dry leaves from the road because of their carbonated and non-carbonated exahaust nozzle and occasional sound of soda can of potato chips on the sides of the road.
Just to think about the value of this place you would really wonder if this can be done in terms of money, poetry or *blog*;
Simple awe for that place made the cup of tea that I had in there one of the most memorable events of that trip to one of the man-made resorts on the banks of river.
An Old couple doing the dual role , I guess, of serving hot chai in small glasses to the customers going on that road and also being care-takers of the temple in the background. Wonder if at any point of time pilgrims would outnumber the travellers at this spot.
Smelling fresh air, hearing sound of dried leaves slowly gliding down, seeing the long long roots of banyan trees appearing like tresses of a newly wed bride , touching serene pond water filled with recent rains in this area and two humans trapped in this picture and timeframe trying to provide some more life to this drape.
Only smudgy strokes of brush in this beautiful painting were the buzzing of the vehicles on the roads that were further eroding the road in a slow painful way, that were vacuum-cleaning in reverse way the dry leaves from the road because of their carbonated and non-carbonated exahaust nozzle and occasional sound of soda can of potato chips on the sides of the road.
Just to think about the value of this place you would really wonder if this can be done in terms of money, poetry or *blog*;
Simple awe for that place made the cup of tea that I had in there one of the most memorable events of that trip to one of the man-made resorts on the banks of river.
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