You are a salad as much as you are a plant

You have a salad
in place of a soul,
a secret rooftop garden
instead of a home,
with dewy florets
for nose rings
and sunlight
dripping, like sauce,
from your cheekbones.

I photographed the sunflower field below in the foothills of Yercaud. Located about 300 kilometers away from Chennai, it is the second nearest hill station from home. Only Yelagiri is closer. All I have to do is drive down Koyambedu, take the Chennai-Bangalore highway and stock up on hard candies. A few  hours later, I could be sitting on a moss-covered bench amid a gathering of trees in Yercaud’s peaks.

Sunflower field, Yercaud

I haven’t visited this hill more than a handful of times. She seems too wounded to be a source of comfort. Corrupt authorities, greedy locals and tourists have had their ways with her. Now she coughs more than she cajoles, choking on billows of smoke and plastic. Every time I go to Yercaud I come back feeling bad about it. Except the first time I had visited her.

I have a warm memory of her from my Don Bosco schooldays. My school used to organize scout camps every summer in the nearby hill stations. We visited Parambikulam, Ooty, Kodaikanal and some places in Kerala. Sometime in the mid- Nineties, we went to Yercaud a few days after summer holidays had begun.

During the trip, we were told that we would be visiting a local silk farm to learn about the process of silk production. I wasn’t happy about it. All I wanted to do since we had gotten there was to run around and explore the place. See if there was anything interesting to jump off from. Look for strange objects on the ground.  Show off how well-synchronized I was during the march-past. A silk farm tour sounded like no fun at all.

By the end of it though, I wanted to be there all day. I was depressed that I had to leave. It was as Sponsored Invitation, Yercaudthough I had connected with something in particular about the farm. Unfortunately I don’t remember anything else. Not one single thing. I can’t even recall the silkworms!

I only know that the experience had left me with a lifelong supply of warmth and gentleness. Even these days, I feel happy and light-headed whenever I think about it in any context. I close my eyes, try in vain to connect vibes with visuals and drift into a peaceful state.

I am going to visit the silk farm sometime this winter.  Perhaps I will find a few more reasons to visit her again instead than rationalizing the one I already have.

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  1. Good stuff! Love the word choice. This is Brian from NHO btw.. check out my full-time gig over on since Never Hand Over only gets updated every harvest moon

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  2. Alright. It’s official…I’m jealous. That sounds pathetic but it’s kinda true, maybe…idk, doesn’t mean i am not happy and proud of you after reading this. Sheer brilliance. :’)

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      1. Haha, NO! I’m pretty sure that even if I had a time machine, I’d still be jealous…in a good way as in an inspiring jealousy…what.
        Okay. Bye.

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  3. lucky you changed it from no sugar please- to- no filter cawfee 😉 otherwise we’d have to pretend the hard candies were rocks, keeping you from flying away

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  4. Judging from your superb photos, she doesn’t look ‘wounded’ at all. You’ve no doubt nicely cropped out the smoke and trash for your viewers pleasure. Sunflowers are always the happy flower, but when I see them in mono-culture (purposely planted, all in rows for farming), my smile turns down just a bit.

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      1. ‘Mono-culture’ is something man-made entirely. Nature is chaos and diversity — something mankind does not seem to like very much. Always trying to ‘tame’ a thing…

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  5. Wonderful! Wish I could see it, also. Sunflowers are one of my favorites and I find myself arguing with the squirrels when I don’t get to the plant quickly enough to save. But they need to eat, too, so it’s a friendly fight. 🙂

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