I came to see you. Yes, there was work, but does one need work to come and see you? As I told fellow train passengers the reason of my meeting with you, I smiled inwardly at the flimsiness of it all. Aren’t you both the context and pretext for every visit of mine?
Upon reaching, I looked for a familiar face among the milling, hollering mass of heads floating before the eyes. I searched for Anwar, the rickshaw-puller, who hadn’t only acquainted me with you, but had also helped me know you so intimately. I couldn’t find Anwar, but you hadn’t forgotten me.
And then, when it rained even as evening’s dark cloak couldn’t soak all that outpour, there, at the craft shop, miles and miles away from where we were staying, you sat with me and nudged me to enjoy the rain with you. For monsoons take on such an electric aura in your company. And I remember the worry in my heart dissolved in that torrent, even as it washed through the meadow, the garden, and those swaying bamboo poles.
On the day of my farewell, Anwar showed up at the door. Not for a moment during my courtship with you could I predict you had stored this mischief for the day of my departure. As Anwar’s yellow teeth gleamed through his unkempt mustache, I could see you winking once more. As I stepped on to his rickshaw, you stood by at every stop of mine—the baul neighbourhood, the bookstore, the street-side jewelry shops.
Leaving you wasn’t easy, but who said I did? Shantiniketan, dearest, you remain alive, green, and invigorating right here, no matter how far I am from you in terms of space. Or time.
12 thoughts on “Echoing Rendezvous”
Wonderful post as always. Those pictures are lovely. I’m really glad that the experience was as magical as you’ve captured it here.So glad to have Sury back 🙂
Thanks for taking us on the journey to Shantiniketan. I personally felt that putting a human face to the place added to the enchantment, it is as much people as the place that matters.
So nice to see you blogging again. Beautiful pictures. Lovely words. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you for joining in my trip, Cesar, Bhupinder, and Lisa. Words can only capture so much. Bhupinder, I totally agree with your observation.
That was poignantly written.
I always enjoy visiting your blog site. Well done.
Thanks, Meredith and Paul. My pleasure to have your company here. 🙂
Thank you for sharing such a serene and joyful visit. Your playful flirtation with Shantiniketan provides such an intimate snapshot of the place that I feel as though I’ve walked through the ‘wild meadows and neatly trimmed gardens’ myself. Blessings.
Thanks for dropping by and taking that walk across Shantiniketan, Alex. My joy. 🙂
Beautifully written. It evoked nostalgia for Santiniketan in me, which I visited in 2005. Maybe some day I’ll get to see it again …
Thank you so much, Leonard. You must visit Shantiniketan whenever you get the opportunity next. I wish I had a home there…
Lovely. Must visit this place!