Tuck Pillows Cross Stitch
by admin on December 6th, 2008
filed under Throw Pillows
Goodnight – a Real Picture
One of the 5 questions which a city-socialite ask you is “Are you fond of travelling?” or “Do you travel often?” These questions are like a thermometer being thrust into your life style to gauge how wealthy, worldly, wise or westernized you are. I always answer in the negative as I am repulsed by this synthetic form of evaluation. There is one travel-track which I will highly recommend, it is eye-opening, tear jerking and educative. It is when you walk through the not-so-blessed streets of our city at night. I make it a routine to amble through the dark and deserted, quiet alleys whenever possible, it keeps me warned. I come home full of thought, guilt, sympathy and gratitude. It keeps me humble.
When you breeze past in car you hardly grasp in sensitive sights. The other night after a late night blitzy movie premiere, I excused myself from my starry friends and scuttled away from a bright light and throngs of stars-starved hangers-on and decided to walk home. The sordid sights my eyes collided with were so very sad. There were people sleeping in a row on the pavement which from distance looked like tattered rolled up carpets. No peace, pride or privacy for them. They were lying in cumbersome positions, some with their worldly belonging tucked in a torn sack under their heads. There was a cripple cuddled up with a crutch, least some one steal it, little infants naked on the untampering footpaths. Some women with their bosoms exposed, not because they want to be provocative or sensuous but because the lady who might have abandoned her torn blouse didn’t do the extra inch of stitching buttons on it before giving it to the beggar. Men in hovels entwined on to each other not because they are gay but because ten sleep in the place of four. Some poor elderly persons were sitting alert and awake as they could not cheat themselves into forty winks under inhuman conditions with stink, mosquitoes, flies and the occasional rat hurdling over their legs. I saw so many dogs nosing around feverishly for food. As I walked on, I saw a Sadhu fast asleep, his head pillowed snuggly on the abdomen of a cat that was under trance land herself.
I get most touched when I see really poor people feeding their stray pets. Some of these people just stare at you as if you are of a different species altogether. While some cough up the courage of whispering for some alms. Alongside these footpaths fast loud and screeching cars with bellowing stereos keep sprinting past piercing through the quiet, trespassing on the peace and privacy of the shelter less multitudes, unnaturally brightening up the dark and desolate night with their high beam halogen headlights which spear through the squinting eyes of those very poor and very helpless tired people who sleep on sidewalks. No curtains to postpone their awakening as the burly morning sun will whip them out of slumber with its menacing glare.
Then I crossed the couple who have rice spread on a newspaper and some gravy on the plastic bag and they are making the most of it. They are very shy about being sighted by me. Then I see cabbies acrobatically balancing on the dickey of their cab and that to fast asleep. I see a bony kitten wresting with an empty dried up ice-cream cup. As I walked closer to home the picture changes, bright street lights, clean streets, no people scrambled around, the occasional smartly attired watchmen walking around Napoleon in deep thought. Gleaming cars parked bumper to bumper colorfully riboning road on either side Palatial bungalows awake. The contrasting sights almost make all the stark reality I just saw feel like a bunch of lies. I lunge into my gate and impatiently want to get usurped into safe and snug familiarity of my bedroom and thirst to hear my purring air conditioner which must be freezing by now.
I get home having seen two movies one on the screen and one the real picture. As I slipped under my quilt I dared to question God ” Are you the Maker of all this mess I just saw or did you only do all the good things and some mischief monger did the rest WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING?”
By : Kaarl Adi Gandhi
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Grandparents Tuck Pillow – Cross Stitch Pattern Model stitched on 28 count Jobelan Summer Sky and Light Raspberry with DMC floss (932,3829,4030,4210). The stitch count varies from 103W x 22H to 105W x 24H…. |
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