RECIPROCAL

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When the subtle touch of innocence smothers the lining of the soul-----the juncture of such a collision, leads to the conflagration of the mind and body.

It lights the divine power of the soul, to recreate the magic that already exists.. And then when the cloud of doubt subsides, the clustered happiness reorganizes to form a happy life..

You,then, acquire the ability to decipher the intricacies of God’s signature in His manifestations on the Earth.

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{{{This isn’t preaching ,or gibberish in its value..I suggest,if you allow this to reflect,the images collide,later merge, which penetrates within your-self,,to let you see the world more closely and widely..

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There is so much to see around us. So,

See. Hear. Believe.

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(and then again if you are wondering,why the name of this piece is reciprocal..i justify it by saying…. Reciprocal means 1 divided by the number….and 1 or ONE is GOD.. so reciprocal would mean….everything,the earth lies at the feet of GOD or at the feet of ONE..)

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-swasTIKA

The school bell had rung,and the afternoon school prayer had been said. Our bags were packed and already loaded on our shoulders… Sky blue skirt and white shirt uniformed students roamed around in the classroom.. The teacher called for us,and we stood in our respective places in the class line.. .. ..

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My class-partner held my hand,my bottle hung around my neck,my little black shoes retained its shiny polish,even at the end of the day.. We walked in a line,behind our class-teacher,towards the school gate.. We had already neared the school gate,when the students had already started dispersing among the waiting parents… Someone’s mother, Another’s father, Someone’s brother called out.. I could hear so many names of my class mates being called out,…and I wondered if they had heard it too….

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I still held on to my partner’s hand.. She was searching for her mother..

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I knew,it was useless,yet just the same,like every other day,I looked into the crowd,searching for the face of my mother.. I knew she was not there,but I wanted to see her there.. .. .. . . . . . Just like every other day,I had wished the same,today too….

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Suddenly,I felt left out..alone…I looked to my right and realized, my partner had just left my hand and was running towards her mother..She had found hers,but I hadn’t……She was running,and just about to trip,when her mother caught her and held her up,in her arms…..

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I saw her mother…She was in a green sari,with red flowers printed on it.. She always wore two shining golden bangles on her left hand, and one silver on her right.. … On some days,she tied her hair into a bun,or braided it.. On other days,she left her wet hair open,just like she had done today… .. OH! She had caught me staring at her,and she smiled at me.. I forced a smile,and smiled back at her..

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I turned and walked to the bus stand. The bus came,and I got a window seat too. I paid the bus conductor a penny.. .. and then I rested my head on the bag,which I had placed on my lap……….and…I drifted into a sleep……

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May every soul rest in peace.

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-swasTIKA

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Bhashoman…..floating

Ami aj esechi

Tomake golpo shonate..

Shono go tumi amar golpo

Hobe mone betha olpo-sholpo..

Cholbe onek amar raj-kahini

Pothe pabe onek sukher bahini..

Legeche tomar hather kone,ektu kali

Chelebelai dhuye diyechilam hantur bali..

Chotobela theke tumi hoyecho onek boro

Ajke amar kothar majhe,kothai choro..

Haath-ti dhore,cholo shonge

Par kore jabo tomar bongo-te..

Dakche akash

Dakche batash

Aj hobena keu hotash..

Metechi hridoye

Mridu hawai..

Shondhhe-bela,amae notun sokha

Jaglo mone ojosro pakha..

Hariye jabar din

Ami bhangbo shokol rin..

Ajke amar cholar pothe

Chorbo amar ronger rothe..

Dhoya-ai ami mishe jabo

Onge tomar roye jabo..

Dakche akash

Dakche batash

Aj hobena keu hotash..

Bajche bashi

Haschi hashi..

Bajche amar haather taali

Nei go amar,hridoy khali..

Shobdo-choyon-e kothar khela

Chotur-dike mor kotha mela..

Oije moyur kore nacha-nachi

Shokol dukhhe ami shonge achi..

Notun diner,notun barta

Cholche amar jibon jatra..

Kotha kothai sesh holo?

Tumi je ghumiye porle go..

Amar golpo shone ke

Ajkeo tumi na shune

Ghumiye porle toh go…………

-swasTIKA