‘Mind’ – this word grabbed my attention when I wanted to write about winds – I wasn’t looking for it… but noticed it everywhere and heard it in conversations – contexts different, intents different – but the word remained!
When I was a child I used to think mind was in heart(the innocent idiocies of childhood)! That was well before my exposure to hypocrisies and vanities of life. Learnt later heart has nothing to do with mind! Good for me… ….my heart! …. still wonder why people often villainize their heart and take it to gallows for mind’s caprices!!
Curiosity, the still surviving innocence within made me google ‘mind’.
1. the element of a person that enables them to be aware of the world and their experiences, to think, and to feel; the faculty of consciousness and thought”
2. a person’s intellect.
1. be distressed, annoyed, or worried by.
2. regard as important; feel concern about.
Researches and journals had pages many on mind’s workings and google listed them in screens many! …….but..…location of mind?…. still remained a mystery! …..!!….. Mind is not confined to brain nor to consciousness! ….. Well …. it becomes difficult to comprehend – once you step on realms other than real, conscious and concrete! May be its better to leave it all to mind …….to know more…to explore!
Now that leaves me to continue with what I wanted to share here – wind!
Wind has been constantly hollering, howling and ‘hae’ing around window frames and A/C interstices for the last few days and its amplifying rumble has been increasingly intriguing and distracting.
Desert winds are charmers and they can be heedlessly noisy when they want to – may be because they don’t have trees to converse and share! When they get intermittently gutsy they keep howling through window slits and gaps nonchalantly demanding entry.
These winds can raise columns of dust off the arid land creating dust ghosts of sizes many and forms varied – a bizarre performance that may last a few seconds to minutes.
They are unlike dust storms or sandstorms that last for minutes longer blinding the entire space with smokes of dust or sand.
On a windy day, from my window I can see the elemental dance of dry grass and diffident sway of dry land bushes in tune with wind’s blowing beats. As I wonder how those tiny feathery birdies manage to anchor their tender bodies against gushing winds, a sparrow flutters its wings and regains balance in a jiffy most softly. So does the bee-eater!
In India, have soaked pleasurably in the pleasing cool breeze that caressed and cuddled coastal parts of northern Chennai, post lunch, all through the year – more in summer. Have happily inhaled calm and cool air of Kochi streets post sunset. Wind in Oman is warmer both day and night between May-October and this makes it less friendly… but plainly its hard to find more friendlier weather in the Persian Gulf!
receding waters hurriedly sewed
scaly fringes on shore’s hems –
water’s autograph endorsing its windy affair!
patterns diverse on drifting sands
never satisfied with design last sketched
wind’s desert whims are they!
hide and seek on mountain ranges
the haphazard game that winds played
carving sculptures of sizes several
stories intrinsic in volumes myriad!
Winds can be calm, breezy, noisy, stormy, ravenous and so are our minds! It is by happenstance that ‘mind’ caught my attention when I all wanted to write was wind – Wind and Mind – the invisible unbounded wanderers of spaces hither definitely possessing raging skills to create wonders and havoc!