Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Continued.....

So that day I was returning feeling dull and bored. The traffic signal showed a red stopping me in particular. I was pondering over what had happened and suddenly i caught hold of a scene that moved me a lot. It almost changed me to a great extent.
A little girl, perhaps four and a half year old... A very traditional purple dress she wore(what is called pattu langa in telugu).She carried a water filled bucket on her head. That sight reminded me of an ant carrying an elephant on its head. The weight of the bucket was too.... It was really impossible for a little girl to do that but she seemed to manage it very easily.I imagined myself in that situation and it would be impossible for me to carry that heavy bucket....

3 comments:

  1. Dear Amulya,
    Your sensitive nature, your sensible way of thinking, Your way of reaction to the things around you, the way you look at life, all the more,'your passion to poetry', made you pen the thoughtful feelings of your heart, I believe.

    'The sweetest songs are those that tell of the saddest tales', you know, and so, the lingering feel in your words, what I suggest you is don't ever stop observing LIFE.For, that is the strength of a writer and it offers many an opportunity for a human being to dwell, develop and diminish in this world. We have only one LIFE , the art of writing POETRY is one of the finest facet of one's talent. Let it be continual, maintain the continuity as well, I wish you a happy and prosperous way of writing, more and lots more.
    With all my wishes,
    Sundari.

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  2. HI AMULYA,
    I LOVED THE WAY U EXPRESSED UR VIEWS...MAY GOD GIVE U EVERTTHING U LIKE............GOD BLESS U...........

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  3. Dear ammu,
    u have done a gr8 work.. ur eloquent style of writin is just superb... facts most promisingly presented........ ur rhetoric style of writin is mesmerizing...

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