wHIMs of Stars - Part 2 !

It was a cold and raw morning, with the westerly winds accompanying him in the pilion.Shreyas was slowly heading down south.As he drove over the roads with the sweet smell of corn and hay in the air, past little yet dense forests of coconut and palm trees on either side. There was streaks of straw laid on the road with a mirage every now n then welcoming his dreams. He saw a lonely smoke from a far off chimney which exhilarated his feeling of isolation being encapsulated in the morning darkness with trees flying silently behind and his mind going on a rewind !

His heart was back to his cheerful college days. The gang of pals.. The stolen food.. An array of laughter every minute.. The lively brotherhood he enjoyed.. and the sweet young thing who tought his eyez to stop blinking;-) He thought for a moment..
"I am going to feel the cheer again".

There were scores of people flexing their muscles mending the crops and gradually begining their daily chores, with the sun slowly raising its head wishing them a bright morning. He pondered for a moment.."Are they living life fully ?". He confirmed, nevertheless, Peacefully.
No Pollution. No Mobiles. No deadlines. No Stress.
Looking at the lively environment, his zeal scaled a new zenith !
"Why on earth are people going to mindless tourist places ? Can nature be heaven ? Ofcourse ! "

He managed to reach the village near tanjore and enquired about her with a slight rush in the adrenaline, as he was cent percent sure that his neck might fly with the suckle for such a question down south. To his surprise, the men, with glowing respect, neatly guided him to a place called "Mansas - The knowledge Society".

As he drove towards the place on a two lane highway, with meticulously sculpted modern buildings with an ancient touch of the Gurukula style, next to small houses resembling ancient huts where the workers lived. His bike passed farm after farm,on the other side of the road, with women working in the fields, colourful scarf's
knotted around their heads. He was clearly seeing a mix of east n west, tradition n innovation, Culture n creed ! He was stopped by a small temple thronged by devotees waiting eagerly for the early morning rituals. He was asked to get down from the bike and then he noticed all the people were either walking or cycling their way to work inside the Mansas area.Just beyond it, off the main highway, was a two-storey building.

He parked his bike nearby a tree and entered the temple. Slowly closed his eyez. His mind again went for a rewind with flashing ruminations about his sweet lil chats enjoyed with mita. It striked his mind, that something was always enigmatic and unfathomable about her. Thats what made her unique. She had a dream. He opened his eyes. He realised. Shes just living her dream !
He had pulled her on so many occasions that "she is just another pretty face who will get hooked to an NRI and make a living abroad eating chilled food;-)". Looking around what she had accomplished, he was moved to guilt.
Nobody seemed to pay attention to him. All were carrying on with their work with a clear focus on what they are doing. Cute little kids were cycling their way to school.

He entered the Mansas main building. He was greeted by a tall, sturdy person at the gate. He slowly enquired about
"Can I meet M..mm...ita ?".
"Mita is on a meeting with the village councillors. She will see you in sometime. Please be seated"
He was overwhelmed by the refined response that too addressing her by the first name ??!!

There was a mesmerising music of flute played around the building which pleased his ears and eased the tiredness of his mind. Ya. Pleasant. Peaceful. Everywhere. He slowly went asleep. His fingers felt a tender touch.A tiny lil hand was grazing his fingers. He opened his eyes to see a sweet three year old kid blinking at
him with a mischievous smile. He held her by the hand and gently asked her name. She said "M..m..itt..aa".

To be continued...!