THE SEND OFF

Light was piercing into the tiny holes of the windowgrills of the room which was still sustaining the darkness of the night intact. My eyes, half opened and mind wavering into the late dream could not stop loving the melody of the scene. But the dawn was waiting to bid adieu to me. Soon did i realise to throw out the bluish grey hues of the room interrupted then and there by sharp light arrows of the dawn, enhancing the beauty of the window grills through a peagent of their reflections. I had to put an end to this battle between day and night. violently did i open the door to let the day conquer the smoky shadows of the night and put an end to this sedative beauty show.
All of a sudden i could feel the excitement in the air when my mother cried aloud to Malika to pack the red saucer set into the almost mutilated jute bag and to hurry up with her errand. Things were happening like an express engine. Luggages were moving like boggies into our golden eagle, the maruthi van which i call so. Weeping, wishing and anxious send off bells from that dark bakelite object became a spontaneous nonstop ambient music for the drama. Lost in memories and anticipation i was roaming aimlessly along the checked cherry red bay window opening vast into the garden court. Finally, the take off was a grand occassion, waving hands to sober faces starring deep into my eyes and to every leaf and pebble of that tiny plot.