foliage

- A part-time master tailor

- If a reviewer like Mallinath had paid attention to this leaf, then a whole leafy literature would have been incarnated completely differently!

How does the path of happiness open for me! No announcement or pre-planning. Everything naturally. So I enjoy the enchanting forms of Varshadhara that impresses. I am also looking at the megharupas which look like talismans. The indescribable fragrance of the Pallavit dharani fills me, but the mind is swinging in the swing of a leaf, keeping it all in place. Yes, I'm swooning in the midst of the fall festival. Fall season is on for me right now. The outer eye is watching and the inner eye is dancing. My wabi-sabi is going on, in Japanese terms. Perhaps, in my own way, it is a beauty lesson for me.

A charming world unfolds with the mere spelling of 'Parna'. Time is also changing. I may name such leaves as this or that - but the clan of all is Varnakula. No one's rank is first or last. 'Parna' is the same splendor of all, Manbhavan, Manlubhavan.

At this moment I melt into the leaves in front of me, kneading and kneading them, recalling the leaves I saw years ago, as a child. Some very small, playing on the finger, some adorning the palm, some adorning the whole hand, some reminiscing the childhood memories. Mbalkh has passed the infant and juvenile stage only between the leaves. Then we had only this leafy world to rob us of joy in the morning and evening. The very small, long leaves of chamari, the leaves of lajamani are as small as the tips of your fingers, the somewhat dark green leaves of sweet neem, also slightly smaller than amrichamari. True green leaves of green coriander! Those tiny leaves that are delicate, delicate, lovely to look at. A few long, thin, somewhat sharp leaves of Karan-Karnakara, but when it comes to the leaf of Jasood, they give the palm, they have some abundance of green but a little rough, of corn quite long, but they are really rough. Take a small branch of neem leaves and look at them. The front two or four leaves are slightly red, not juicy, with a bitter taste and its slender beauty line that tempts you to put it in your mouth, the later leaves are a little bigger, more green. Chanothi and tamarind leaves are deceiving, but sourness in one, pungency in the other - very small, tiny leaves. Pomegranate leaves are also interesting to look at. Something smaller than a neem, but with a flower by its side, it has a different mood when it swings. The magic of Shatavari leaves also fills the mind. Sweet looking, small but colorful, sitafal-guava leaves are medium in size, smell them sometimes, enjoy their special taste. And apart from that, vine after vine, leaf after vine, seems to be swaying among the throng. Oh! The inner eye has kept such a picture very close. How long the picture! But it is sweet, full of sweetness. Mogro, Mallika, Madhumalati, Buganvel this or that - hey, man it was a concert, a concert. Even the cask and the banyan leaf have been looked at in what form, in what way they have played it in the palm and prayed for it. But I am sitting here to give a list, I am enjoying the beauty of all these leaves again and again. Oh! Those eight decades of mine have disappeared. Both infancy and adolescence made the journey. They are all reminding me of a line of my own song: Parne parnani pampani khuli, Jova avani ni noor! Oh! A leaf also has eyelashes, a leaf also has maram, a leaf also has karam. Hey, the leaf has a diagonal too! A leaf is therefore not only to be seen, it is also to be heard, there is a flow of beauty in its senses. It also has a song. Its one color and yet infinite shades - in the shades of color sits an inimitable painter too, aye, a lyricist too - a musician too - sits there playing various ragas, making the words dance. It keeps the whole leaf soft. Therefore I belong to the Parna clan of the Mawal clan. He listens with love, then he does a different mind! Today, even the houses of the town are facing the leaves. But it is a different world. Yes, the leafy wonder has not diminished, but that rural context is gone. Here is a limited urban reference. Yes, I still play with a lily leaf, a Mogra or a saffron leaf, a Lakshmivel or a Kadambari leaf of a different plant.

Fingers have not yet lost the magic of touch. Watching it with a new connection, enjoying it. When one has to go on a long journey, one does not miss the opportunity to immerse oneself in the leafy nature. When faced with a choice between impatient man-made and impatient nature, the mind automatically gets absorbed in the trees, again immersed in the foliage. This leaf, its bark, its branches-sub-branches, its trunk-root and such a small aesthetic world is being formed. A plant without leaves, a tree without leaves cannot be imagined. A leaf is not the root of a tree, it is the underlying consciousness. It is integral with the tree. If a reviewer like Mallinath had paid attention to this leaf, then a whole leafy literature would have been incarnated completely differently! A poet like Waddersworth might have been attracted by such leaves... becoming a leaf-stotra!