Visions. . .

Its July, 2005,

Rain pours down this year, with a different look,

The trees, lush green they are,

Puddles filled with the pure water from the sky above.

Sweet fragrance of the mud and water mix in the air.

But what is it I see, I don’t see all this…

The land is barren, dirt all over, craters and cracks in the earth,

Its dry, looks lifeless,

Children playing in the mud,

Every foot step raises the dust,

An old man looks at me, right into the eye,

Near a hand pump he sits,

A pot in his hand, he waits,

Eyes dry, a thirst…

A question… “Pani kab aayeja?”

Tears in my eyes, a cold shiver,

I realize its raining, the trees lush green,

The puddles filled with water

And the sweet fragrance of mud and water in the air.

Note:

I joined TISS in June end, a sequence of events over 2 months (but one that began in 2003) that is taking me closer and closer to my realization of my purpose.

The visions I experienced for almost a month, the realization that I have a part to play, a role that I can’t put into words, but I feel it.

“Keep the Faith, Be Great. . .”