The Wandering Cloud I See

This is the story of a man from India who defied the world! This is the story of  Jadav "Molai" Payeng, from Jorhat, Assam, North-eastern India. 1979 floods struck North-eastern India's Assam. However when the flood receded the large number of snakes that were washed on to the sandbar by the flood were stranded. The heat finally got to the stranded snakes! Jadav barely 16 then upon seeing the carnage, sat down and wept over lifeless forms of those reptiles. However for Jadav the story did not end there. He soon realized that the helpless snakes were victim of the missing tree / plant cover as they could not seek refuge in shade to escape heat.  He went on to alert the forest officials. He asked them if they could grow trees over the sandbar. He was told that nothing could grow on that sandbar and asked him if he could try and grow bamboo over there. Guess what! He did! He did it alone!  In his own words "It was painful, there was no one to help...

My Mother I read pre-history and see earth that was there, I see images of the beauty, I see life. Mighty roar to chirping birds inflight laughter, love and eternal glow of smile I see present, I see the shadow of the past, dark clouds of human ignorance the darkness of the rigid belief forests being cut, animals being killed greed and hunger pain and suffering to reside scared am I scared am I for the future of earth and life... In her I do reside, Earth- My Mother-My life.                                                                                 ...

As the KSRTC bus slowly turned at a narrow turn, the Sun graciously started lifting the curtain of darkness and unveiling the breathtaking valley ahead of us. The morning birds chirped joyously for the raw melody just melted away with each long breath I took. The unvoiced river was graciously flowing below to the eternal date with the love of its life. The breeze showered the bride to be with flowers and leaves auspicious. And the trees with all their branches danced joyously. The valley gradually opened open to the distant silent sea, waiting handsomely. The silent humdrum of the sea added the perfect chorus to the grand opera being played before me.  Upon seeing such a grand opening, I could only imagine the wonders that lie ahead in the legendary Western Ghats of Goa. Once in Goa I headed for the Foyts Farm, situated approx 10km from Valpoi. The Farm is the baby of Clea Chandmal. It was almost evening when I had reached the farm. Nestled cozily in the blanket o...