My morning walk with its fictions...

                                                     i love this place under the shades of trees...

                                                          i enjoy evey single step from here...

                                                                            Every Wrinkle has the tale of enlightens

                                                                               Life is nothing but just a Smoke and Ashes........           


Whenever I go through the stress and confusion, morning walk always showed up some kind of relief to me though I know it is impermanent.
I take my friends along to walk with me. I would share every single steps and reach the place where I wanted to take a long breath. Choosing the place for the morning walk has always remained a kind of confusion since there are different people with different likes. But most of the time I would suggest them to walk through the way of the Pashupatinath temple. I love that place for every reason I have. Being a Buddhist, people around me questions “why do I often go to this place every morning”.
But I never dare to ask anyone why do they consume Italian, Chinese ,Korean, Thai food when they have such a rich traditional food of their own…its just a matter of people’s like and dislike. No one should interfere in other’s life and their choices. Knowing that I have to answer this stupid question, I turned to them, try to smile and say “I go there because I want and I do what my heart says”.
There are many different kind of people around us. But basically we can divide then into two sections, one who lives their own life and another who likes to know what’s going on other’s life. So it’s very important to know where we are accepted.
I walked the every single step to pashupatinath with full interest. Looking around the place and talking with the person who with was me. I would ask every stupid and nonsense questions through the way just to make my companion to stay lively. We would laugh, and giggle with silly things that go around. As soon as i arrived in the middle of the way, I could see a bridge which seems constructed along ago. The bridge is beautifully decorated with the Buddhist praying flags, with the mantras printed on its every piece of cloth. The people from every age and ever caste can be seen practicing the ritual activities performing in the temples around the place. One can easily see the people touching their hand to their heart and head and then back to the statue of the god and goddess. This is simply a serene feeling which can only be felt. Very small kids can be seen around with their parents. When observed closely, more than the god and goddess, the kids were more interested to have a look at the monkeys hopping, running and jumping around them. A kind of scared looks can be easily observed in kids face. The kids hardly leave their parents finger while they watched the monkeys.
I saw a couple just beside me. They looked well matched for each other. The woman who looked around 20’s seems very much excited about her new life. She often gave a sweet smile to her newly married husband but talk less. A beautiful Mehindi print on her hands beautifies her beauty which I think is a symbol of a married woman. She was dressed in fully red Kurtha, had a long way of sindoor on her head. She had a modern hair cut above the shoulder and curled. The sound of the red bangles made everyone knows that she is a woman now heading to a new phase of life.The couple talked in a low voice and left with the slow walk.
I was about the leave the place when I saw an old woman of around above 70’s sitting at the corner with a plastic polythene bag in front of her. When I went near and near, I could see rice, countable of coins, few notes of rupees. She looked at me and straighten her hand towards me and was saying something in a low voice. I went near to her and handed a note and took the chance to ask if anyone comes to take her in the evening, with the tears in her eyes she replied “babu mero yo sansar ma kohi pani chaina. ”I could not dare to ask further knowing that she won’t stop her tears. But somewhere down the line, there was kind of feeling in me that she isn’t the way she is now. I sense that she has children who have abandoned her and left there which is a sad and reality of the new generation.
Far more things can be observed in this place. If I keep in writing the person reading this note will dozed in front of the computer. Well I have to end up one of my day of morning walk here …..will catch up later in next subject…