while waiting

After Holi, the cold would subside rapidly and the blossoms on the mangoes would be just a glow. Facing the exam
would have come She used to lie down in the open yard when she was on vacation; But in March-April we at the gallery
To get to sleep.
The soft hands of the night began to move over the body, that the dark dream of sleep would come. One message in mind while closing eyes
Wake up, will you hear the 'coo' of the cuckoo tomorrow? Let's see!' In the early hours of the morning, when he was in a deep sleep, he said 'Kuhu�kuhu�'
The sound would reach the ears and the waiting for that sound would be worth it.
Waiting for the holiday started from then. There was no laziness in studying. Liked recitation.
Named books were read with as much interest as thing books; But the study notebook is a little aside
It happened that the memory of the holiday came flooding back. It is Hazari Mograya tree in the courtyard, in Shaniwarwada
In the morning, the bakuli flowers that were picked in the morning, the water that was washed in the temple, the mother-in-law's kurada-
The rush of papads, dried fruits falling all over the yard, kairi dal and panham, sometimes to be sucked when the house permits.
Ice balls, fresh sugarcane juice and most importantly new books of lots and lots of poetry...holidays.
How long we will be waiting!
Although there are many rooms in our great palace, one fourth of the whole palace is
The floor was a floor. With the wonderful idea of ​​going to the garden and sitting among books while waiting for vacation
My heart swelled from within. Waiting for the books was fun. A different world was meeting there. unseen
Countries, people not seen, events not experienced, unknown yet still felt like our own. Matching threads of identity. Incongruous
How amazing things are! I mean, if the world is like this...! I was experiencing something new and words
The magic was understood. The things I was reading, that history, those songs were composed by someone. was written which suggested
How could these people write what they wanted to write! I understood the power of language. The strength of the writer's talent
I understood, so the time before summer was so crazy waiting to read the books, that's it!
Another thing to look forward to was the flocks of parrots. There was a big umber tree behind our house. Heat up
Days came when their flocks would descend on the threshold. That tree with some kind of leaves and knots is then covered with crops
Raghu's green wings make him so beautiful! I used to wait for those swarms. Of those red sweetened umbars.
Many poems that come to my mind...
Then I held the finger of the poem tightly. She became my friend. You always, always girlfriend
He calls out, runs to her, forgets his thoughts and talks to her. There was only one difference. her
She would come to me whenever she wanted. Anytime at night—even midnight; But sometimes I was made to wait too long.It was not like the poetry would always come when I called. Then waiting for her - being uncomfortable - is not pleasant at all
Be-mom, eating that conversation now! Even though I remember that wait today, I am excited again. On ripe fruits of Umbra
It seems that the green wings of parrots should come down again.
Our mother used to work in a Marathi school in Urulikanchan. Uruli was easy then like today
There was no facility of vehicles to go. Now she used to leave home at eight o'clock in the morning. He used to catch a bus and go to the railway station.
Then the passenger shouted. On the way back as well, the train often left late. Again from Pune station to return home by bus
Sometimes it was nine-thirty. We siblings used to stand at the gate of the castle waiting for her. now
Waiting till it came would have made me cry. When she came, the younger brother would jump and hang her
I used to laugh without crying. Getting rid of all the atrophy, being close to her felt peaceful. She had to work and
We have to wait. Understanding this today; But then the life would just burst. What kind of fear used to be felt.
Watched a nice foreign movie recently. Chinese cinema. His name is 'Postman in the Mountain'. In the hills
An old postman falls ill, so his son takes over. The boy is very curious about something
The work that does not exist; But at last he leaves with the bag of letters on his back to find out about the work with his father.
It was not as easy as it seems to walk around the small villages without the facility of vehicles.
Both Bap-Lek come to a settlement. There is a blind old woman sitting by a hut. The postman came
She gets it right. She goes happily. Holding the letter in her hands, she enjoys touching it. Let the postman read it
says It is a letter sent to her by the old woman's son. He asked his mother very lovingly.
He wrote that he would come soon to take her away. Hearing all that, the old woman's face was very heavy
Contentment spreads.
When the son comes forward, he sees that the father has a completely blank paper in his hand. Something is written on it
No. But the old woman thanks her father again and again. gives blessings. After coming far from there, the father tells the child,
That the old woman is waiting for her lost son. Awaiting his letter, his arrival. her
The boy never writes to her. Not interrogating her; But the postman can't bear to wait for her.
To make the old lady happy, every time the postman is mentally reading the blank letter and the old lady's last
Days are thus passed in contentment. Now his younger son would take his place and carry on the same drama
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The grown-ups who have realized that the letters of the children living in the city are the only means of survival for the old age.
Sanjas postman no. He is not just a government servant delivering letters. He is a man, a good man! to your young son
It doesn't just show mountain passes and villages. He shows him the people. bridges to humans
is showing He has explained to the child how to make waiting for old age happy. 'Waiting' is a thing
There is little happiness! Sorrow, worry, fear, restlessness, frustration - many things are filled in it. of rain
Remember the eyes of a farmer who is waiting or the eyes of a saint who is waiting for the darshan of Vithu. Of that compassion
It is felt when it is touched, its worth is realized only when one has to wait for something. Many values
If things come easily, we don't realize their value. We learn patience while waiting. To be patient
learns Learn to believe in something. Faith becomes more and more evident. The obsession grows.
All this comes easily in the mind while waiting for something and thinks that whatever you want will come easily
should not Have to wait a bit. You may have to suffer a little. Only then will the taste of happiness increase. The taste of success will increase.
Satisfaction in love, love will increase and love for life will also increase.