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The indication of life

Form the little amount of travelling I've done around south India I feel the best train travel is from coimbatore to banglore. Triggered by the amusing yet suttle scenary and heart filled with the smiles of humans who work for their living place I write this blog post. 
It was a totally new and exuberant experience to give sarees to the women of doddur village (near soolagiri) and paint those smiles of fulfillment. What gave us ( my sister and I) happiness was not just giving them beautiful garment (a big shout out to aumm cloths foundation for their tireless )but watching them chitchating about putting it I'm their bags and showing their people at home. Somewhere deep in my heart I feel sustainability isn't only about reusing, reducing and recycling. I feel it's about being responsible enough to not only use free time in watching the tv or phone, or holidaying. It should be that openness to interact with different people with different social backgrounds and support their living, because they certainly are way more sustainable than us. By earning from working for their lands and saving meticulously not to holiday but to only grow another set of crops. Watching those strong women walking over 6kms to work and perform  exhilarating work was when I understood how loousy I am. 
Drowned in this line of thought I pen a poem 

The emrald green 🟢 of those fleashy leaves give that sense of desnity the concentration of deep thoughts
The moss green 🟢 of the short bushes highlights that amount of contribution doesn't matter, it only matters that's your contributing
The parakeet green 🟢 of the newly bloomimg leaves shows life with all its delicacy
The pictacho green 🟢 withered leaves show that life can be used if you have the courage for it 
And lastly those brown 🟤 patched truncks and branches of varying thickness show that inspite of winds and storms that supporting structure is what allows for life to happen. 

Just purely my thoughts combined in a probably werid way. But that's how it turned out. Hope you enjoyed reading... Do comment on your valuable thoughts and comments below!! 

- Bharathi Senthilkumar 

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