This is a thanking note to my friend Amartya Sinha..his abode in Calcutta... where i stayed for few peaceful and satisfying days...so enduring
was every corner.. the food.. the hospitality...I thank you with my heart and love.
My
friend…I have left a part of me there
So
that you could be never away from me…
During
the short walk to the house..
building
up my apprehensions
visions of pillars and a porch..thru my dreamy eyes
and
almost as expected
I
saw a beautiful creeper hugging the wall.
Cars
are parked and a rustic garage to the right
The
entrance is as majestic…with a huge painting and a flawless carved stone
Some
curios placed artistically and a breath-taking Moroccan ceiling lamp
emotions are swelling and my body soaks in the warmth.
Flight
of stairs so began that…
Now... the journey is nostalgic
The
floor seems like Aladdin’s carpet
Sweeps me off to my childhood…
The
dark mahogany furniture
so
eager to speak out
The
old light switches
The
five bladed fans
The
wooden partition or
the
chest of drawers
the
endless designs on the jade coloured floor
the
bamboo chic so gently grace the space
the dreamy white curtains
the
high post English beds .. a depiction of a fine heritage.
Walls adorned with paintings so alive, ancestors and young times
so surreal as though, Tagore during a conversation
would get up and move to the lawns
a
peep outside and you run down the stairs
the
crouton and the bamboo shoots
the
stone steps and the bright yet cozy corners
the
squirrels and birds…
peace
speaks to you…
it
nudges you to experience more
u breathe in the
earthy aroma of the kitchen
and suddenly
the table is laid with
simple
food yet extremely tasteful
Gracious
elders of the family
Are
so genuinely pleased
So
accomplished and distinguished
Humble
and unassuming
seeing them in you
makes me feel so proud
O…My
friend…I have left a part of me there
So
that you could never be away from me...
