Jahanara and Sheikh Janali.

A kid of five is fascinated by simple things that are routine to our eyes.

Fancying the Simple. My mind ponders, to the prospect of this being a theory on evolved poetry.

Could bring it on later.Being concerned about the child and its thoughts, I pick up its' muses, randomly

acknowledged, and randomly chucked. Paper planes and not origami, the table as a seat and not

the chair, the broom and not its snooty onlookers, a strand of hair disturbing mum's cheek muscles and not a prim lock.

We are pernicious in implicating them. That is what we do in our efforts to look simple or remain simple. An Effort ugh!

Simplified resounds glorified. 'Implying' devises the lopsided comic sense.

Childhood, of elements I am and am not, is my porch to salvation hence.Sheikh Janali mastered it to a halt, and then through the thin pair of lips on his wrinkled face,

he said;

-" babu chapben?".

Baba as Babu sounded odd. I have known the man as Baba though he never physically seemed to resemble my sketches of a close man. Strange contemplation again.

Baba grabbed me by my arms, without considering a chance of my democratic opinion to have swelled up; I was lifted up in the air and with a soft bang my bums

bumped onto his soft flesh. The dozing horse, unexpectedly loaded, didn't retort. I moved left and right, longing to cling against that striped shirt,

to recline in that armchair. May be slides of wooden 'tok bok tok bok' horses had flooded the existence of an inanimate horse. I kept whining until brought down in a wink.

There was a short dialogue, between the sahis and his Babu. I keenly watched its' brown coat, its' tail dyed in shades of black and cocoa, and the depressingly soft saddle stitched from old

'razais'. Some money was handed over and he went away into the crowd with Jahanara shooing bees off with his tail drowsily.

I see his imploring smile. It is no narcotic drool I conjure up on, but recollecting memories of a trip to Rather Mela which no more coins my 'idea of fun'.

O Jahanara, O Jahanara,.........Fancying the Simple.