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Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Tapur-Tupur

Tuesday, March 22, 2010
 Bristi Pore Tapur- Tupur…Tapur- Tupur goes a sweet Bangla song celebrating the Pitter- Patter of the raindrops on the parched Earth.
Pitter-Patter, Tapur-Tupur, Rim-Jhim…all are the verbal garbs of the same phenomenon, namely, the rhythmical falling of raindrops on any hard surface.
I met her at a friend’s place; thought her to be much younger than her real age; liked the lyrical sound of her name –RimJhim, and was instantly reminded of the equally musical name of the friend’s niece – RunJhun; saw her many-a-times at many-a-occasions dressed up prettily, joking n laughing merrily, making the exact same impression on the onlookers as the gracefully falling raindrops on a tin-roof.
However, her clear understanding of the abstract terms such as ‘depth’, ‘God’, ‘Godliness’…made me take a closer look at her, and I discovered her water-like quality of taking the shape of the vessel that she finds herself in.

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