The Yellow Butterfly

Kaal Gauri ani me kharya arthane sakkhe shejari zalo. Shejari kase asavet? Jey ekmekanchya ghari yeun have tey khanyacha jhinnas, kutchi goshta magun gheun jaanare- sakhar, virjanasathi dahi, aala aani vattel tey! Jey ekmekanshi daarat ubhe rahun gappa martat aani khup charcha kartat; Jey ghari banavlelya recipes exchange karun ekmekanna manapasun appreciate karnare asey shejari! Tar hya majhya definitions madhe basel ashya prakarche ‘shejari’ kaal Gauri ani me zalo. Kahi divsannpurvi me ghari jevayla hote. Aaini kutchitari boring bhaaji keleli. Me jevayla basnarach, tevdhyat bell vajli. Baghte tar Gauri ani tichya haatat zakleli vaati. Gauri ne swataha chicken curry keli hoti. Tey ti muddamun majhyasathi taste karayla gheun aali hoti. Tey jevan kay masta lagla mahitye ka! Mag kaal me swatahun kolambicha kalvan kela hotå. Mag hyaveli me tichya ghari dabba pochavla. Ghari parat yetana, jey satisfactory feeling ani ananda hota tey mhanje ‘shejarpancha’! Mala vatt...

*Crump*  *Crip* *Kudum*  The leaves and the twigs broke under my shoes. I was panting and puffing and sweating. Ashu dada called out, “We are almost there!”  I put my head down and kept climbing until there was no more to climb.   “Guys, you got to see this!”  I raised my head and lost my breath.  We were standing atop a hill overlooking the the magnificent snow mountains. The Dhauladhar range covered in white swept across our eyes. The sky was a true ‘sky blue’ and the sun shone on the tallest of the peaks.  I was in heaven!  And to prove that the cities lay on the other side cramped up like little ants.  At Triund  and Photograph by me :)  Once I had gotten my bag in my yellow tent I sat outside and lay on my back  watching the soft fluffy white clouds breeze by, taking in every bit of the snow wonder. The snow mountains looked no less than a bowl of vanilla ice cream sprinkled with choco chips...