Nature's Womb

Someone in the packed compartment spoke in my native tongue.. Voice resonated in my ears.. reminiscence of the past..beckoned.. A gush of wind from the far east... swept me off my feet.. Fragments of imagination took a flight… Nostalgia spread its wings…thoughts rolled over… I vividly remember…though not all… As children we played under the tamarind tree that bred… flocks of birds and their younglings in its shade.. Clatter of school children bubbling over with laughter… Women gossiping in their husky voices as they bathed together... Jingles of the bells hanging from the cattle necks.. filled the environs as they marched home in the dusk.. To watch the splendor of the falling stars.. and the mistfying cold moon of the winter….. An old owl hooting.. unaware of crack of the dawn .... The hearth in the corner that kept us warm.. Days spent chasing the colorful dragonflies… Lying easy under the sun… till the twilight. I want to go walking the paths back home…to my small village somewhere in the nature’s womb….