savi nenapugalu

beedu bittide yenna manadali ninna savi nenapu

ninna mungurala sompu, ninna mayya kampu

ninna madhura maatu, ninna aavegada holapu

ninna aalinganada bisipu, ninna  snehada tampu

ninna vayyarada sobagu, ninna nageya honalu

ninna husigopada hata, ninna maarmika nota

ninna kopada kaata, ninna smashana mouna

ninna nitya hosatana ninna aadamya chetana 

ninna nittisura vedane, ninna utsukateya harate

balladdu yeshtu ninnu ariyalu iruvudu mattastu

alivu ulivina tanaka beku nanage ninnaya savi nenapu

yenu iddarenu, yenu bittarenu beku ninna nenapu saaladu ninna nenapu

Remember this place ?!!!

Was going through some old emails and came across an email from an old friend of mine.
I don't know how I had missed replying to it. Guess it was lost in the long list of mails to read and respond.

I chuckled to myself as I remembered I am no different from a close friend who is infamous for always having a huge list of unread emails
in his inbox running easily to a decade at any given point of time.

The subject of the email was just "Remember this Place" and content was a photograph.
Gosh how could someone forget such a beautiful place.

I remembered her nick name as soon as I saw her email, oh mail from Japan.

The email opened the box of memories associated with the place. Once in a while we come across such things which work as a trigger, bring out
sweet memories from the so often closed chapters of our life. A small trigger is all that is needed to go back in time. Re-experience the place,
the sweet memories, recollect folks who were in the same journey with us and end up smiling at ourselves.


Travelling provides this gift which I love, of clinging onto beautiful memories. Had I not traveled, I would have surely missed out on all these beautiful experiences.

As I sat down to reply  I couldn't write much as I was overwhelmed with what to write after all these years.

The mail reminded me of her fetish for potato, love for cheesecake. The long conversations over coffee at Dotour, Our visits all over japan.

The dreams we discussed, the goals we had set for ourselves.


Those days we were working onsite for a project in Tokyo and she once over lunch made the mistake of talking
about act of destiny in her life, as to how she had a nick name "Japan" because of her hair cut and the shape of her nose as a kid,.
I caught onto that and used to always call her as Japan which would irritate her no end.

Her thoughts or belief of destiny being the reason for everything in life is something I have heard many times from different people.
She was correlating that to her visit to Japan. Funny how some times lot of things fall in place and make us ponder if everything was destined to be that way.


   I was trying to recollect that exact day and could remember almost everything about that day.

It is very difficult to recollect what we feel for a person after a long time. Felt like mailing her that

hmm remember a shy beautiful girl mesmerized by the random change in the waterfall
change of her mood, her facial expressions...  as though they were reflecting the change in pace, extravagance, reach, beauty, rush and the noise of running water
Saw a glimpse of beauty so natural that one felt one with nature...
The camera helped me look at her face from close quarters though standing far
It served as a tool to try to look into those large eyes where any soul can get lost into nowhere...
now I remember,, all the time, all the thoughts....
camera can only capture a still moment isn't it?...
the aura is always fresh in memories...
with that glimpse of the beautiful her
the work, the time, the midnight burning oil
all seemed worthwhile, suddenly life was not just a long list of complaints and  all seemed to happen for an unforeseen reason
just gods way of giving an opportunity for enjoying life being around a person who loves life...
but for whom or her presence lots of things aren't so memorable about Japan....


But its just that her mail id is no longer valid, have no idea what she is up to these days....
Am sure some things are just best left for memories, for they might lose significance in reality

But what her mail has done is rekindle the memories of Japan and am I glad and thankful for that....