...The whiff of Fresh Air....

.....don't feel like writing.....as everything looks jaded.....the whiff of fresh air is wanting ......and the sicknesses  surmounting......challenging , daunting.....hv to deliver in quick time.......its a story of  elicitation of a smile, a glimmer.....of  a hope..... of a bond of trust....and an infectious feeling of well being, so thus generated, is just ,the little askance....to which U hv to rise........Selidah in Bangladesh is pulling & pushing for the last four days as Robindronath begins taking up the charges of the Jamindari as suggested by Debendronath his father, much to his discomfiture.....as it proves however the stint doing him good & forming one of the basis of his works.....the Padma river & his houseboat crisscrossing  the far reaches of his estate.......catalystic changes it generates in the young poets mind......an urbanite frm Jorasanko Kolkata......the rural posting serves him rt. & changed his life.....the whiff of fresh air I believe .............so much wanting in the urban settings.......riverine Bengal & its unique populace of rural people, across both sides of the man  made divide.......an innate prowess of living in Rhythm with  Nature......there is always a whiff of fresh air thru its Rustling Bamboo & Mango Orchards & wet grassland.....as if synergistically the mind strays to the red soil of the Santhal plateau of my early yrs.....with the aborigines so simple & the dirt tracks to settlements so soothing......amidst undulating terrain.....the familiar whiff of fresh air again for a Lungful......!!!!!