skin of earth were blended into a single act of knowing.
- Alfred Kazin, The Open Street
- Alfred Kazin, The Open Street
The sun was yet to show its glaring countenance. It was a sparkling dawn. The sky was cloudless and clean except for a little shining star looking like a stray lamb looking for its mother and siblings . On the road side factory workers were awaiting their buses . One of them who happened to know me greeted me saying “ Good morning , have a nice day”. I thanked him and put my hands on his shoulders . When I speak to such workers I love to put my right on their shoulders as a gesture of my appreciation of their toil to feed their families and my solidarity with them.
Once a doorman in Harrods greeted me saying “ Have a very beautiful day
|The doorman who greeted me in Harrods|
Sir” His smiling face, still in my mental screen, conceive a multitude of unspoken utterances .Sincere behaviours create an indelible imprint in our minds .Time can never erase such impressions . Though money matters , it seems to me that there are certain areas where money fears to tread, sincerity being one of them as it is not a commodity traded in stock markets.
|A Traditional Tea Shop in Kerala|
Though it was too early, a teashop was open to serve tea and light refreshments to those workers to prepare them to start a new day in their career . It reminded me of the traditional teashops in Kerala where villagers used to meet to read local news papers, discuss politics and even engage themselves in hot arguments.
On my way , it was indeed exhilarating to hear cock crowing which is a rare phenomenon in Qatar where I now live . The rooster , though caged , does not refrain from performing its duty. Back in India these birds are let loose and are free to move wherever they want . There it is their crowing accompanied by song of cuckoos that herald the birth of a new day and when we wake up to look at the greenery around our houses we have crystal like dew drops on fresh and green plant leaves to refresh our minds.
Three cats were playing on the roadside as if they were fighting one another. Their bodies were untidy being soiled by dust particles. I tried to touch one of them but it ran away lest I should harm it. These cats reminded me of a beautiful cat that befriend me two decades ago when I was living in Doha in a single room as a bachelor. Some times when the cat rubbed its body against my leg to show its affinity I trampled its arms or legs accidently It just cried and never growled or scratched or bit me as other cats usually do . It was strange that when it found the door of my room closed it used to jump to door lock handle which was pressed down under its weight whereby the door was let open and its entered my room . I remember that my eldest son, who contributes to this blog, had visited me in those days when he was around 11 years old and had enjoyed its company. I can never forget it
A few yards away an old and frail mother cat was walking very slowly carrying its babies in its belly. It may give birth to its beautiful multicolored babies at any time. Animals about to give birth is always a source of hope , expectation and tension at the same time. The pregnant cat was reminiscent of the cows and goats my father used to rear . When these animals showed signs of labour , the whole family used to share their pain and when they deliver their babies we used to share its joys.
I remember how we watched with curiosity cow washed its baby by licking its body until it is completely clean, how the baby was trying to stand up, how we helped it drink its mother's milk . The domestic animals' udder full of fresh milk was symbol of prosperity and abundance . I do miss those days.
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