Whiffs of balmy breeze from the kissed her cheeks on those hot and sweltering July sunsets whenever she gazed out from her window seat to look at the horizon where the silhouetted blue hills started to blend in the engulfing darkness neath the sky that blushed with the last streaks of the afterglow.. Everyday that traffic snarl at served as her escape from reality when her city bus got stuck for atleast 20 minutes whilst she returned home after finishing her undergraduate classes at the University. Watching the ripples on the otherwise placid river, small jetties ferrying off a dozen and a half folks, few wooden boats & mechanized ferries anchored at the banks, hawkers selling glittery trinkets along the elevated embankment (footpath), the limitless horizon... the river, the red river always provided her with a sense of calm; for at times it sang some soulful tunes echoing the song of her heartbeat as veil of serene emotions flowed in her veins. Growing up in a city where the mighty river served as its lifeline she oft felt the river billowing as lilac waves that ebbed & flowed in her soul.. gentle yet fierce at times.
Those showering confetti of pink cherry blossoms at ' dispelled the grim melancholia of the fall, effusing fresh hope(s) & infectious joy in the atmosphere as well as in her lonesome heart whenever her family went on a trip to neighbouring during the autumn vacations. The lake shimmered in pastel hues on sunny afternoons swallowing the stifled grief of the bleak landscape. While she trudged on those meandering cobble stoned garden paths around the lake hearkening the soft whispers of footsteps she found reminiscences of bygones slithering around her spine, when she as a zesty gleeful child sans any charade(s) happily fed those luminescent fishes in the lake standing atop that rustic woody bridge in the company of her beloved grandad during summer holidays.
The April sun poured bliss through the half opened window in the single dorm room of her hostel that was nestled amongst the tea gardens at University slowly waking her up to a sanguineous dawn on most days beckoning her to the distant shores of her latent dreams. Those lush green tea gardens lulled her sore, homesick soul so as those fiesty resembling fiery beads of amber, cascading golden shower & flirty trees as she unpacked her boxed up life in paper cardboards along with those carefully preserved curios of her yore where she now stood as a young girl of 21 in that 60 sq ft empty room.. the room that she would now call home for two years. In the evenings, wisps of clouds appearing as reels of orange peel & the effervescent porcelain hued dancing midst the surrounding mirk used to give her some subtle but serious pangs of saudade.. yet the redolence of his husky voice, the feel of his slender fingers against her satiny skin, the sillage of his fragrance along with the warmth of her mother's embosomed love and tender pat of her father's; every single precious memory of her dotting family and amor played out in greyscale as flashbacks every night as she slowly drifted to sleep while being 276 miles away from them acting as the ultimate anodyne, letting her bide those two solitary springs alone before she embarked on the odyssey that will herald her homecoming thus culminating her sojourn.
P. S~ Land of blue hills and red river- Assam (Gauhati/Guwahati is its capital, famously known as Gateway of the Northeast ) Dibrugarh- A quaint little but beautiful town of upper Assam. Also known as 'Tea city of India' because of its tea gardens. Ward's lake- A picturesque tourist spot in Shillong( a hill station) in the north eastern state of Meghalaya. *There is an annual cherry blossom festival held every year in November in Shillong.
Krishnachura- Gulmohar Nahor- Nagesar flowers Togor- Crape jasmine **All these are assamese names of these flowers.
***Brahmaputra is also known as the red river for it carries the tinge of the iron rich red soil with it.
•The lines in ~...~ are from the song Aate jaate haste gaate by Lata Mangeshkar
I hid your name in a poem. I hid in your name in my mouth. I hid your name in plain sight. I carved your name on a bullet and shot it into a tree. I cut down the tree and burned it in my fireplace, and in the ashes left behind, I wrote your name. ~Nick Lantz