In Pune I live in an one BHK, so it seems like a gigantic bungalow whenever I go to my native village, large houses and larger plots and plantations.

We have built our very own house on my mother's inherited land, the loan is going to last till my father's retirement but it is safe to know that we have our own comfortable heaven waiting for us.

During the construction of the house, I was observing the carpenter do his art and I was fascinated by his talent and it seemed like, I wasn't the only one.

O' Dragonfly- I wonder what you are,

A dragon or a fly or both or none?

Are you a wanderer or d'you live in the stars?

Or d'you bathe about in the unveiled sun?

Do your globule eyes see what I see?

Unground granite and bottle gourd vines,

Increasing concrete and decreasing trees,

How slow the clouds sing and how fast the sun shines?

Are you mad or a nomad- or like me?

Observing the carpenter's hands do art,

Over the hills or beyond the see?

Would you like to answer- for a start!

You're a subject for a future rhyme,

So may be I for dragonfly songs,

Are you Doctor Who- lost in time?

Or expelled from your lands for doing wrongs?

Are you lost like the fifteen me?

Do you wish to be un-lost like the sixteen me?

Do you wish to go back like the teen me,

Or wish you'd never grow like the un-teen me?

~Ajay

May 2017

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There is a popular thing in the villages, though not as much as it used to be, children would tie a blade of grass or a piece of thread to a dragonfly's legs and let it fly- and no, it doesn't harm the creature and the thread​ comes off in a few seconds, I don't know if similar things happen anywhere outside India...

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Randomness!!

Feeling cock-y!