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| 10 January 2012, Abhimanch, 8:30 pm | ||||||||
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(Based on Dr. Saroj Bharadwaj's translation of Kalidasa's Ritusamhara) |
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| In a land where the dead bodies of young people who lose their lives in encounters, fake-encounters or counter insurgency operations are cremated under state authority as unclaimed bodies; and where the cry of bereaved mother's adds fuel to the funeral pyres, the summer season's warm heat loses its charm. In a land where the sound of blasting bombs has replaced thundering clouds, the season of rain has no story to tell. In a land where full moon nights are intercepted by search lights from army camps, the autumn season has a different tale to tell. When widows embrace the ice-cold bodies of their dead husbands, the beauty of the winter season is lost. Spring has lost its color as camouflaged army troops cover the land. Thirsty people traveling across the desert mistake a mirage for water. Similarly, out of their sheer longing for peace and order, and to escape the horror of the present, people imagine that the colours they see are those of the year’s different seasons, as described by Kalidasa in Ritusamhara. | ||||||||
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