Lakshmi is exceptionally excited to show me her piece of
land. Suman is very keen to come with us. We three leave the house to reach to
the farm; gossiping, singing, photographing, chit-chating with folks on our
way. It swiftly gets gloomy and misty as we reach to an elevated piece of land,
I would rather say, Lakshmi’s piece of solitude.
Suman and Lakshmi start to work hurriedly. They want to go
home as early as possible. They have voluntarily taken my responsibility hence
both of them don’t want me to get wet when it will start to pour. As time
flies, I manage to convince them to stay there for a longer period of time.
While working relentlessly, Lakshmi and I try to
convince Suman to sing. Suman’s father is traditional classical singer living
in Bhilwara. Suman, very shy and introvert, lives with her grandmother in a village.
After our rigorous efforts, she starts to sing.. ‘ Kesariya balam padharo mhare
des..’ Her voice runs through you.
I stand up, ecstatic feelings running through me..