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A Solitary Reaper

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31st Dec 2009

I was leaving to Goa, my train was to arrive at 1:00 p.m. at Majestic Railway Station. Finishing the last minute work at office it was almost 11:15 a.m. I avidly rushed, collected my luggage that was dumped at the security, and sped out as fast as i could. Firstly, it was an odd travel. A train from b’lore to hubli and than another one from hubli to Goa. Almost 18 hrs.

Not bad, for people who like travelling and train journey is fun. A good experience.

Somehow i managed to catch the train right on time. it was 1.00 p.m. and me and the train just arrived together at the platform πŸ™‚

It was a hot afternoon. As the train started moving, and me, all by myself, gazing through the window with my ipod playing my favs, all lost in my own dreams. Next day i was going to celebrate a New Year with my best buddies at the best place! Those golden old days flashed in front of my eyes.

The train was passing by the villages, we were out of the busy city. Now it was a serene landscape.

As i looked out of the window, the train was passing by the lush green fields, it was a huge farmland with a mixture of sugar canes and some paddy, fresh grass with dark & light shades of green. At the back i could see rows of coconut trees swaying gently with the wind with the unending mountain range standing up forming a background. Farmers were at their work beating the hay, layering the ground, splashing water at the paddy. A clear blue sky covered the landscape. Amazing gods creations!

I could feel the gentle cool breeze that helped me proceed further in my fantastic dreamland. With my ipod playing the best of melodies it was a perfect moment which instantly reminded me of that solitary reaper. She was single in the field, fair complexioned, light eyes, silky brown hair. As she worked in the field, cutting and binding grains, she sang a beautiful melancholy with her sweet voice fading in the air. Her voice was more welcomed than any chant of the nightingale.Even a cuckoo bird never sang with a voice so thrilling. A man waited far enough not to disturb the girlie. He eagerly wants to know what she is singing about. Is it about some old far-off things? or is it about the country side battles? or the simple familiar matters of today? Nothing could equal the beauty of her voice.

As the sun sets, so the voice of the solitary reaper and as he moved up the hill, he carried her song in his heart long after he could no longer hear it!

Thudd!!!! i came out of my dream as my train stopped at some station quite unfamiliar to me. O boy!! Yes, and i realized i had just visualized my all time favorite poem “A solitary Reaper by William Wordsworth” i had learnt in my 7th std πŸ™‚

Gosh! what a flashback! i was pleased to remember this beautiful piece.I smiled at myself – a solitary traveller dreamgirl!!

Here is the poem:

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Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass !
Reaping and singing by herself ;
Stop here, or gently pass !

Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain ;

O listen ! for the vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.

No nightingale did ever chant
More welcome notes to weary bands

Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands :

A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard
In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings ? –
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago :

Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day ?
Some natural sorry, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again ?

Whate’er the theme, the maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending ;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o’er the sickle bending ; –
I listened, motionless and still ;
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.
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I reached hubli station at 9.30 p.m. and the next train was to arrive at 11.00 p.m. well, not a surprise it came 1.5 hrs late
I waited at the station till 12.30 a.m. wished myself “A Happy New Year 2010” πŸ™‚

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6 thoughts on “A Solitary Reaper

  1. Hey Sonali…

    amazing job.. Good to see u writing ur blog…

    cheers!
    Amrita

  2. Loved the post,… nice work!! :). Will read this once more, because I got time only to do a quick read and realize that it has a lot more going for it. Meanwhile YOU are Tagged!! :). Pick up the tag from my blog please – 40 questions.

  3. hey nice blog. but i really wonder how can u still remember the 7th std poem???

    Anyways Nice writing.. keep it up.

  4. @Amri Thanks for taking time! yea transforming from diary writing to blogs

    @Shikha Thank you! πŸ™‚ yea will surely take up the tag.. long way to go

    @Ruta Dear sis thank u πŸ™‚

  5. Hi Sonali,

    I read your posts. You write very well. Keep it up. And you seem to have a special liking for poetry. Thats nice.

    Cheers,

    Shantesh

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