Well, the name of her blog is “The Earth Woman”.com and true to the name she is grounded, rooted firm and down to earth. I have had the opportunity to meet her as it is her mission (one of her missions) to meet as many bloggers as possible. And she is a warm person full of Bhavana…emotions.
Bhavana Nissima writes wonderfully as she is a sensitive writer. She mostly writes on social and women’s issues. But that’s not all that she writes about…hop over to her blog to find out more. I am sure you will be delighted to read her thoughts.
A Mugful of Water
Now you may wonder why I am writing about this. Then you think you know me so maybe I will say something profound. But, of course, baby or baba.
See, a mugful of water is a mugful of water. It exists. It is right there. You may say you choose to ignore it. But try to capture a photograph of the tiles in a bathroom when a mugful of water is in your frame. You will have to move it physically out of the frame. It exists, whole, maybe not pulsating like a cute puppy, maybe not as interesting as a playing kitten, but it exists—whole and full and being nothing more than that.
And a mugful of water is a whole mugful! Think– if you were on the toilet seat, doing your thing, and discover the tap has run dry. At such moments, how grateful you are for that mugful of water! Or think of a trip to Thane district in Maharashtra in the heat of summer and you watch women climb deep, deep into the well and climb out carrying 3-5 ltrs of water on their head. Will you, then, say, “oh that ‘a mugful of water’”?
And it is a mugful of water– a shape designed by someone somewhere to contain, a shape whose material is wrought by unknown men and women, a shape that is brought into shape by unknown men and women, a shape that earns them a livelihood, that helps them cook a bit of rice and dal and sometimes, maybe some mutton or chicken or a piece of fish but perhaps no ladoo or jalebi or that wonderful cake slice you had there at the fantabulous new bakery this morning or last evening or sometime last week.
So there it is. Sitting in your bathroom. A mugful of water. Glistening with the sweat, tears, hopes, dreams, courage, strength, tenacity, perseverance, discipline, joy of so many. Now throbbing with its own history, its own geography, its stories, and its chants.
Look! Peace be to that mugful of water.