It was a simple snap...
A blue blue ky...
And a vast expansive field ...a paddy field...
With layers of varying degree of greenness...
Different patches of green...light....dark...yellowish....
And in the midst stood she...happy...
The picture was simple...
He looked at the picture and....
And he was at once reminded of the day...
His semi-liquid memory brought before him the day...so clear...
As if he became that vending machine with slots into which
You drop a coin and your picture comes out...after a brief, momentary flash of the bulb...
He felt the soft yielding ground beneath his rubber soles...
All the time he was dropping down a few fractions of a centimetre...as if sinking...
His feet was sinking into the ground...
The soft breeze from the north was blowing so as to put a few strands of her hair on her face...
And she was smiling...full of joy-
On being out into the open country...after a long pent-up life;
She was telling him:
'Come'n! how long should I wait like that?'
He perhaps said, keeping his eyes on the viewfinder:
'Only a few seconds more...just stand still dear...'
And then he had pressed that black oval shaped shiny shutter-button...
The momentary blueness of the sky...
the breeze blowing over her hair...
The end of her white golden bordered saree flapping and
the paddy waving...
All got into the shot...
And the happiness too!
And that flight of a bird...in the sky...
And a farmer resembling a dot...at a long distance...
And their car waiting several hundred yards away...on the highway...
And the driver chewing pan masala and listening to a Hindi film song...'Munni badnam hui...'
Everything...
Everything came out of the snap...
Told and the untold stories...
Like a vending machine...ejecting right information on printed cards...after the coin drops into it...
Initiating a complex electro-mechanical process...
A blue blue ky...
And a vast expansive field ...a paddy field...
With layers of varying degree of greenness...
Different patches of green...light....dark...yellowish....
And in the midst stood she...happy...
The picture was simple...
He looked at the picture and....
And he was at once reminded of the day...
His semi-liquid memory brought before him the day...so clear...
As if he became that vending machine with slots into which
You drop a coin and your picture comes out...after a brief, momentary flash of the bulb...
He felt the soft yielding ground beneath his rubber soles...
All the time he was dropping down a few fractions of a centimetre...as if sinking...
His feet was sinking into the ground...
The soft breeze from the north was blowing so as to put a few strands of her hair on her face...
And she was smiling...full of joy-
On being out into the open country...after a long pent-up life;
She was telling him:
'Come'n! how long should I wait like that?'
He perhaps said, keeping his eyes on the viewfinder:
'Only a few seconds more...just stand still dear...'
And then he had pressed that black oval shaped shiny shutter-button...
The momentary blueness of the sky...
the breeze blowing over her hair...
The end of her white golden bordered saree flapping and
the paddy waving...
All got into the shot...
And the happiness too!
And that flight of a bird...in the sky...
And a farmer resembling a dot...at a long distance...
And their car waiting several hundred yards away...on the highway...
And the driver chewing pan masala and listening to a Hindi film song...'Munni badnam hui...'
Everything...
Everything came out of the snap...
Told and the untold stories...
Like a vending machine...ejecting right information on printed cards...after the coin drops into it...
Initiating a complex electro-mechanical process...
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