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Kamala Sarup: Beautiful India I Miss You

Beautiful India I Miss You

by Kamala Sarup

My Dear India, if you were closer to me, I would talk to you all through the night without having a sleep. I know, you are far from me and I am flowing all over the mountains looking at you. If you could only come closer.

Dear India, you may think about life in a different light and there is also a classified definition of life. Why is life scared without any dreams of flowers? Why is my mind not able to enjoy even by looking at the mountains and waterfalls? To tell you the truth I am trying to show you how my soul is at night and how my mind is. Now I am in dire need of your love. I may run away as much as I can from life, I tell you truly my India; I want to continue my life being one with you.

Let me be able to move on forever with a smile, peace and flowers that blossom in life with the sweat of love.

The wind is blowing and in the sky the moon is shining. The flowers, trees and small plants are dancing with the music of the wind. I feel, people will insert me into their head and may others will compose poems seeing me. I feel like submitting myself to the songs all through the night just sitting down right there. I feel like running far away. India please trust me, I miss you.

Again, a cold blast of wind enters through the widow. I try to create my friendship with you. As far as preserving it is concerned, it is altogether different which when we select outwardly.

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My days slip by while I am in this very room just like that. I have not been able to do any remarkable job except repeatedly opening and writing articles. Everywhere there is freedom, and pleasure.

Life is translated into flowers. How long can I live this life and decorate this worn building of imagination? These days I have begun to develop a kind affright even with the shadows of people. I am really afraid of selfish attitudes of people. Everywhere I see minds inspired by selfish interactions, covetousness in the eyes, deceitfulness, failure and tragedy. What a picture of the creation by the great painter!

Those were important days when I spent long periods mostly talking on such struggles and problems with you. You made change relevant and economic problem clear all at once in a few words. We and ourselves trying to bring together the words of love and the debate between us used to be the economic problem. And till late evening we remained loved in Delhi within ourselves and wrote poems of you, poems of me and my life. In many parallel turnings of life, I wrote several of our own poems. There life was properly represented in that way as well. There too life has been hopeful, like a poem.

I look at the sky and see it covered with thick clouds all over. Large and small birds are constantly flying a far distance away. Their journey is definite. , but I am sticking all the time into a direction. At that time I had thought what you had written," A human being makes a selection which is easy, suitable, sweet and good.

As an option our hands, mouth, brain or each part of our body is active and it is the name of life. The meaning of living is to search for easiness. While writing, the mind is tempted toward the waterfalls and to hear the laughter's and lamentation there. And in that emotional moment, I am busy in search of equality even when there is mostly love in us, where I could write the story of another Gandhi in the process of living.

My Dear India, the sun has already set and the trees all around us are shaking in the air. A flower is smiling in the joy of our meeting and I am relating my little background of life in front of you. I want to meet you.

My dear, the time flows on in its own way and we for the sake of time are not able to save the present. I miss you India.

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Journalist and Story Writer Kamala Sarup is specialising in in-depth reporting and writing on Peace, Anti War, Women, Terrorism, Democracy, and Development. Some of her publications are: Empowerment in South Asia, Nepal. Prevention of trafficking in women through media,(Book) Efforts to Prevent Trafficking in for Media Activism(Media research). Two Stories collections. Her interests include international conflict resolution, cultural communication, philosophy, feminism, political, socio-economic and literature. Her current plans are to move on to humanitarian work in conflict areas in the near future. She also is experienced in community development. http://www.mediaforfreedom.com/

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