I slept peacefully yesterday. No major nightmares. Not that I remembered when I got up. It was a little foggy today. It seems it might rain. But it hasn’t rain yet. The climate is depressing for some. It is depressing for me too sometimes. But on the whole it’s nice. I got up today to see fog out of the window. It felt good or was it just Friday. The climate in Amsterdam changes many times in a day. Just like my mood. Sometimes happy and sunny and sometimes sad and rainy.
Tomorrow it is a holiday. I love weekends. Funny! Because when I started writing, my first blog was “I Hate Weekends” . How time and opinion change.
Yesterday I came across a beautiful song by Gulzar. A song I had long forgotten. The song was “Thodisi Zameen” from the movie “Sitara”. Gulzar’s words, RD’s music and Lata and Bhupinder singing. How else could a song get any better?
How does any song become your favorite? I don’t know. I have never known that.
Thodisi Zameen Thoda aasmaan, Tinko ka bus ek aasiyaan
A small house made of grass on a small piece of land under the bright blue sky. How vulnerable yet so cozy.
Maanga hai jo tumse woh Jyada toh nahi hai.
Dene ko toh jaan de doon waada toh nahi hai
Koi tere vaado par jeeyega kaha
I have a simple breakfast. I am cleaning the kitchen floor. I pour milk in the glass.
Lovers teasing each other. The girl asking for something. The boy neither giving but not refusing either just because he didn’t promise. The girl let the matter go saying nobody lives by his promises. I smile! They are flirting.
Mere ghar ke angan mein chota sa jhula ho
Sondhi sondhi mithi hogi. Lipa hua chula ho
Thodi Thodi aag hogi Thoda sa dhuan
I tie my shoes. A house, a swing in the garden, the smell of earth. Have you smelled earth? That smell when it rains the first time. The first rain, when the dry earth becomes happy to receive the first drop of water that it gives out that smells, that sweet, unforgettable smell. The mud stove, the fire burning and the smoke from the firewood. Enchanting.
Raat Kat Jayegi Toh kaise din Bitayenge
Bajare ke kheto mein, Kauwe udayenge
Bajare ke sitto jaise deti ho jawaab
I get ready. I already heard the song twice now but still can’t get enough of it. The boy asking how they would spend the day after spending the night happily together. The girl humorously replies that we will shoo the crows in the field. The boy chides the girl that she gives answer like the popping grains of a corn. They are flirting again
I wear my jacket. I close the door slowly behind me. No need to pull hard. I smell the yet to be polluted morning air. I smell it.
It’s going to be a wonderful day.