Rounding of rough edges.

I hated the huge flash light erected ostensibly to lighten the temple next door but served  only to spill its dazzling light on to my eyes making me shade it whenever i came out at nights to take a deep breath of air and to widen my view ,narrowed  by the walls of the flat ,to  broaden and refresh it by looking at the open space.

I pitied the arasa maram [tree] that is  in the full glare of this light.How can it sleep in such blinding lights ,that also invades my room in all its intensity? At least i can hang thick curtains on the windows and try and dim its glare.

Tonight for an instant i forgave the insensitivity of the boor who had mounted such a huge and powerful flash light, at that instant when the leaves the gulmohar tree in my compound whose branches have creeped up  to brush with the neighbouring arasa maram ,on which droplets of rain had collected at the tip of every skein , a rain that was pouring   like a spray and caught that light, whose glare had  been  softened by this spraying from the skies ,and reflected them as enchanting as sparkling diamonds ,embroidered into in dark green velvety smudge.

An fairy land was created in a sudden swish of a  magic  wand with  liquidsilver splashing of translucent  green fluttering  leaves of the arasa maram and tiny silver lanterns swaying precariously from the tips of dark green skein of the other,with the gentle slants of the fuzzy rain murmuring a soothing tune at the background A fairy land was created right at front of my porch by  primeval elements  harmonising and smoothening the excessive vitality and insatiable desires of humans .
  Like all good things this magical minutes were for few minutes and disappeared may be to be replicated elsewhere in time and place for another  audience as the clouds withdrew to itself its unasked for generosity.

written on 29.12.12