There is this field where I want you to accompany me
I want to take you to the place where I grow my grain; it feeds me well for the sweat, tears and pain.
It’s an October evening with cold breeze,
all across the land you’ll see, how the millet cobs that just sway with me.
I sway to the sounds of what the wind brings to me, sound of folksingers singing a timeless melody.
I’m sitting at the edge of what I call a pond, looking at the curves of sky where it meets the ground.
The sun is about to set and it’s beautiful, I’m thinking of you and they are singing about “Moomal”.
I’ve sent for the singers for them to sing me, all the while I set up this canopy.
I will set it up near the bank of this pond, this little water body and I have a very special bond.
For my ancestors with bare hands brought out the stone.
They built their homes and they built them well, not just for shelter not just a place to dwell.
These are my fields and they feed me well……….
The sun is about to go down, the skies will get lit, and water will reflect the moon for the next 6 hours.
Like in the mirrors you can see two twinkling stars.
It’s about to get dark and there’s a feast to be prepared, some broken wings and shattered dreams to be repaired.
Moonshine prepared from spices worth gold, you can’t find this anywhere else, there’s no place where this is sold.
Nomadic recipes to drink and to eat,
only if you could have joined me, ahh what a treat.
Everything going as well and as I planned, you have your reasons and I surely understand.
Now that the singers are here and I ask them to sing the me song that reminds me of you, you are not here but I know you can feel this too……….
This song always reminds me of you, every word of this song …… dear lord how true.
I think of you and I start dreaming like a child, mere thoughts of you and my imaginations run wild.
You should be here, in my arms instead of being confined.
Let’s go back to the times when we were two vines intertwined.
If you were here I would have dressed accordingly and not like a mess, a tunic for me and for you, a backless dress.
Visible to my sight is this princess from old folklore, her beauty, her charm, her elegance all in galore.
Moomal , “the one with kohl eyes that rivals the beauty of lightning in the dark clouded sky ….irresistible lips through which only elixir flows, her teeth defined as pomegranate seed”.
Such unparalleled beauty, yes indeed.
You are beside me this is a perfect date, “nothing can go wrong “I scream, as I challenge my own fate.
A little bit of arrogance and the weather takes a quick turn, I know what mischievous gods have churned.
Planning for this was a big task, “My Hero, did you plan for it to rain…..” you condescendingly ask.
I bring in the fire hastily, place the floor matt and bring the blanket from back of my car,
I thank the mischievous Gods for how close we are
You are shivering as it’s cold and you are soaking wet, I give you my coat and we have snuggled in to this one blanket.
Sitting by the fire and as we eat, a stray cat has found the perfect place to purr at our feet.
You bring my left arm around you so that I can hold you from your waist, we can stay like this forever, and there is no haste.
As you rest your head on my shoulder, my eyes look at you expectingly, in my arms you collapse meltingly.
You place your hand on back of my head, and pull me close to where I’ve been aiming at, how adorable are you as you are shy of this one stray cat.
If I offered you this, would you agree?
Now I ask again my dear, would you agree for such date with me …………..?