✍️ ON - 23/05/2022
KAGJAAN RO PANKHON/PAPER FAN/PAPER WINDMILL.....
When memory revolves , heart feels deeply cumbrous no matter the memory is bitter or sweet . I was recalling the old picture , visualising the moments . I had a smile on my face . Don't know when i deeply drowned into those reminiscence . I was in Rajasthan at that time. The village named Dhadhriya Banirotaan was the place where these memories were made.I used to play with my cousins and neighbouring friends .We didn't have luxurious house but we've made castles with sand. Cheating and percussion and injury in rustic games was normal thing . We didn't care about that . Once i and one of my fellow were trying to balance on the walls . We often do that . It was a long white wall,little bigger than my hight at that time . Wind was blowing my shoulder length hair . And I was almost running on the wall streching my hands like the wings of airplane . Suddenly I saw my friend coming from the other side of the wall , i tried to slowdown and hold - up my legs but we both bumped into eachother and fell down . My fellow screamed. It sounded like my mother ... oh ! It was my mother calling me . I was dreaming the reality.She rebuked me for not listening to her . How would I've listened her?When nostalgia hits, no one can give ear to something else . She gave me some papers to throw in dustbin . As I saw the papers , i visualised a picture of paper windmill / paper fan or in my language " kagjaan ro pankhon", We used to make .
To enlivening those days i decided to make one.
With POCO C3
The weather was calm and peaceful
Sky was as colourful as those memories
Sun rays was falling into the paper fan
as if it was lightening my childhood
i wished to run like before
But, i couldn't, it wasn't my village
So, i let the wind to blow the happiness in my thoughts...
Wend day snicking/ झलके बीते नजारे।..
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