Any time, eight hours long road journey via highway in India is full of some short stories. Stories of joy, sadness, affection; above all, stories of life.
We started our journey on eight O' clock in the morning by a six seater car. We means five persons including me and the driver of the car. Somewhere it was drizzling, somewhere bright sunny day, sometime raining cats and dogs. Green trees with some red Royal Poinciana ('Gul mohar' in Hindi/Urdu, 'krishnachuraa' in Bengali) beside the smooth highways, is not something exciting?
People has started their daily works. Roadside shops are now open. A person is checking the air pressure of tube of his bicycle. Is the shopkeeper watching our car or thinking something else?
Daily labours also resume their works. Does the beautiful greenery behind them really affect them at all? Or they just work for the betterment of the life of people behind the glass of ac car? Or they think that one day their children will go by his/her nice car also?
An old man is asking for lift. Tagore said, 'to loose your faith on human is a sin'. But now-a-days around us the situation is such that 'to keep your faith on unknown human is dangerous'. Which way I should go, sin or danger? I have no answer.
A couple is crossing the road. Are they going to market to buy some household items, may be an umbrella for this rainy season?
Some silence is more vocal than words.
I can capture the silent face, but can I capture the thinking behind the face? Is he thinking about his dream which is not fulfilled till now? Will his fight to achieve his dream be written in any book?
I call both these pictures as 'Apu and Durga'. The affection of elder sister towards her younger brother does not depend on their class, status, position. One of the divine relationship in the world.
Can I buy the smile of the people? But sometime I certainly can capture it and keep it in my mind.
Some moments are priceless. People even does not know himself how nice he is looking in time of smiling.
Each mother and child have their own story. I like those stories so much that anywhere in the world my eyes can find some mother and child around me.
Some tiredness comes in the way of such long journey.
Or the weather is like that only? Beautiful rainfall, green trees, red flowers, divine life, smell of the body of own mother...Really, a journey can tell lot of stories.
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