The Compass is in Your Hands – 3/5

Each of us are wedded to a circle of colour that reverberates uniquely in the Cosmos. We perceive differently and enthrall creatively with our learning. Difference in our vision, generates a circle of a different size and colour. One such story whose colour ignited more, is what I am about to narrate today.

After a long day of work, I was on the metro, in my own zone, when a young lady came and sat next to me. She delicately clasped a BIBLE in her hands as she murmured her prayers. We made eye contact and there was something about her that I felt within my heart. This feeling was not explainable. Her circle of colour brushed against mine. In her eyes, I could see kindness and serenity. As I searched my mind for words to say, she walked to me and said, ‘Hi, Do you believe in God’?

Her words reached me but I could not comprehend them. I was too naive to understand the notion of her faith. As the silence prolonged, I broke it and said quietly, ‘Yes, I do’. I knew that my words were hollow within me, I had no answer. The truth was that I only prayed when I felt excessive grief or happiness. Yet, I knew that in the recesses of my heart, I had faith – but what is this faith?

My blank stare coupled with the lack of enthusiasm made the woman smile. She said, ‘I understand. I am a follower of Jesus. I am not here to preach you about GOD but to tell you that I am glad you have faith in God.’ And she handed me her BIBLE delicately. By now, I could sense the colour of her circle , her vision of it.. I wished I could explore her way of life. It was outrageously different and her intensity suppressed all the other colours around. I wanted to ask her what faith meant to her? What did she give away, in order to receive?

But I had arrived at my destination, different from hers in many ways, before I could ask her. As I disembarked at the station, I saw her get up from her seat after which she went on to seek for another someone to have an impact on.  It got me thinking, for her to approach and talk to me, it was faith. She had faith in my words, without knowing who I am or where I come from. She had equally felt my circle of colour as well. in between our conversation, I had put forward a question asking her how people react when she approaches them. A second later I thought I had asked the wrong question. To my surprise she had a subtle reply. She said that she had received all kinds of reactions which also included rejections, scrutinizing glances and warm denials. All this did not stop her from enlarging her circle of beliefs.

In the long day, I had a fleeting realization. We had carved a moment together. In our fast paced lives, her warm soul had an impact on me. I marveled at how she broke from her comfort zone to connect with me. Ordinarily, as children, we are told not to speak to strangers. Yet, it is such moments that invite a glimpse of humanity and connection. As I clutched at the BIBLE, I felt a rising belief empower me – I am not alone.

Not only did she instill we have a God but also, guardians like her are the stroke of inspiration. And her circle of colour glowed even after her departure. She celebrated it differently, painted it differently and constructed it differently.

It was her circle of life and she painted it yellow with her power of beliefs. This time I cannot ask whether this colour is right or wrong, it is all about how we trust our skills, our thoughts, our yellow.

Relive the yellow with peeli dori.

Credits:

Article: Ananya Kumar

Editor: Mekhala Dave

Illustration: Niharika Choudhary

 

The Compass is in Your Hands – 2/5

A girl with heavy brown unorganized hair, came to me, while I was gossiping with my friend sitting in the auto at the red light signal. Her dry lips implored me to buy her gajra’s that she was selling, for a mere amount of RS 10. Somewhere that mere amount was a satisfactory count for her. She made a living by that, in the age when her life had just started. She looked at me with those bovine deep brown eyes. Those eyes had the capacity to swallow stars, galaxies and universes. All filled up with hope of life, she chirped’ didi gajra lelo’. Even the intense fragrance of those flowers in her hand could not blossom, her life. She did not ask for much, wanted very little. She was learning differently to color her frame differently.

WAS IT THE RIGHT COLOUR? MY THOUGHTS EXTPEMPORED.

In her age, I was learning to generate a perfect circle with perfect colors inside it. Perfect form of the perfect vision, I had. It was way too different, then what I saw in her eyes.

I was, probably we all were too busy in our innocence, coloring drawing books and learning new words. But all she had to learn was how to manage her next meal. Hungry for life and a little yellow inside it, ‘I NEED A DAY OFF- ATTITUDE’ was not there for her. Those tiny fingers she had, told every bit of the striving long day stories she had.

Ever thought about what laid ahead, our lives then were about endless limitations and boundaries. The circle was full of everything except worries. All she had in her circle were innocent worries. I don’t know what her story is. All I feel is that, her story should have the yellow brightness. With peeli dori, let’s fill colors in her life, teach her to hold those colors and brighten them with her skills. I am sure she has a lot of those. All we need is to give her is the yellow thread. So that she can tie the beads of her life to craft it into a beautiful ornament.

Relive the yellow with peeli dori.

Credits:

Article: Ananya Kumar

Illustration: Niharika Choudhary

The Compass is in Your Hands – 1/5

Vision leads to perceptions and they lead us throughout. We decide our perceptions indirectly through our visions. Today as I cover almost a quarter of the frame of my life, after so many twists and turns, a realization contents me. It was my vision towards life that provoked me to paint it in such a manner. The older I get, I more I realize, the value of this frame, this circular path that encloses my life and maintains its privacy. It depicts my way of life, my understanding of things. I can be real, open and honest and still at the same time, decide who deserves a table inside this circle of my life.

Everything connects in this world and leads to a contentment which is achieved in our life through this circular frame. A distracted life can never lead to such a secure form. Our vision decides our directions and thereby our circle of life. Everybody paints it differently. Some will like it abstract with a lot of adventurous surprises, while some will just throw in a lot of color inside it to make it all happy-go-lucky. Some can also paint all black and white to depict their own perception of peace and serene life. Your circle decides your life and everybody paints it differently.

If you look out through a circle, the only question I would want to ask you is what you see through it or framed differently, what you would want to see through to it. You can always place it according to your wants and wishes. It’s your imaginative capabilities that transforms the diameter of this frame. The compass is in your hands, create a circle the way you wish to, paint it with your vision and ornate it with your perceptions.

The little hands here are creating their circle of life, painting it yellow in a hope to dominate all the greys they possess in their destiny. They hope to make their circle shine like a morning sun. How are you doing it?

With peeli dori we help them paint it yellow and ornate it with life ,full of self-respect.

Relive the yellow with peeli dori.

 

Credits:

Article: Ananya Kumar

Illustration: Niharika Choudhary