(The post has been translated in English below, by the author itself.)
हम लोग जब भी आपस में बैठते थे तो, देवताओं की बातें ज़रूर होती.
ये देवता वो नहीं जो मुकुट और पीले वस्त्र पहनकर हाथों से दिव्य किरने छोड़ते हैं.
ये देवता वो थे जो हम सबने देखे थे, कभी न कभी.
Whenever we used to sit together, we would talk about the deities.
Unlike the Gods, who wear crowns and yellow material, beaming lights all over the place, these Deities were different, these were the ones whom we have seen, at one point of time in our life.
Translation, from the Narrative in illustration.
– “My sister looked up at the window…and”
“It was smiling…heeeeee, without a sound. Its teeth were big”
– “What…? I mean who was it?”
“Its their village- deity, they have not prayed it no… so it used to come again and again”
– “Then? is it bad?”
– “No man! deities are suppose to protect, but you have to pray them, time to time.”
If you have lived in Mumbai ever, you know what I am going to talk about here, Mumbai, the city which has space for anyone and everyone. It makes you feel comfortable, you can be yourself, you can have influential friends without being super rich. The city where your half the life lived in traffic jams.
The property bubble has not burst yet. Outsider can not afford to have their own room forget about buying a house. I myself looking for another accommodation in every six months, so when my friend came to me for an artwork to find a house for him… look what I made
While walking to the Colaba’s super busy streets I heard somebody playing a very sweet music.
It was a flute seller and he had a huge tree of flutes with him. He was playing the flute to attract people but I noticed sometimes he himself got lost into the sugar sweet sound of that hollow stick.
It was like finding a shadow of a tree in harsh sun, but one has to move on, leave the tree behind and reach to the destination.