Innerdialects

2 famous people?

I shared airport aisle with the bare footed MF Hussain at Mumbai,

& Mother Therese at a school public meet.

He painted her, she Nobel peace prize recipient twice. I was too young to know what to say to either of them, but their images stay: Remnants of fabulous Rebels;

Therese carried lepers home along with hiv babies, abandoned old & young: her face was the map of dry rivers and sunk seas. When she smiled it was a wreath. You stared. I saw her again after we exited the hall. She, in a yellow black taxi, we, in an auto rickshaw. I yelled her name, she waved a tiny palm at me with that smile again.

He, MF Hussain, white hair, beard, Kurta pajama, a hush surrounding him as he moved with the self- assured modesty of a celebrity who didn’t ask celebration. I recall noticing the ease with which he moved barefoot, no apology, nor awkwardness. He was comfortable; this man used to be footpath Board painter, he hadn’t changed in a Society that morphed each season..

Over the years we saw his stunning work soar in prices and fame. He was a Brand that declared originality, a mortal at peace with sadness. You make peace with that? I don’t know; did he die happy?

Where do people go after they’re gone? Paupers, kings, criminals, saints, children, old, young…

This Post makes me think we all reflect each other like ripples on surfaces that grow lilies frog and tide;

Ay, you’re all famous people on an Earth going circles in the most demanding Age ever, screaming for Eternal fulfillment 😊