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My Joy, My Dulmiaal

Essay By: nadialopez
Action and adventure


Description of my favorite place.


Submitted:Jun 8, 2013    Reads: 33    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


As soon as I shut my eyes, to take myself back to this beautiful place, I see the lone guava tree on the periphery, and the orange tree bearing ripe fruits in the center of the huge backyard. Then, I see myself plucking fruits from these trees and walking towards the window made in the boundary wall, of rocks and stones, to communicate with the neighbors. I stop and look right through the wall, and see the white cows with their shining black spots, and the large camels with their dark eyelashes and huge humps, lying on the ground and taking naps in the blazing sun. I notice that each cow has a golden bell hanging around its neck that rings gently with every move it makes. There are also goats feeding their kids, and chickens running all over the place. As I sit there, I also hear the mowing of the cows, the nuzz-nuzz of the camels, and the kur kur kuroon of the roosters. These keep me smiling and transfixed at the sight.

Across the yard, I hear people talking and gossiping as they stroll through the streets with their friends and groups. I stand still and try to keep listening to the music that nature makes. The rumble of the old trucks, the honks of the wagons, and the brum brum of motorcycles make me uneasy, but I only bring myself to move an inch from my spot. I continue to hear the crackling of the leaves on the tall trees encircling my yard. With the slightest gust of wind, the crows begin to crow and the birds chirp all around me. I feel joy surrounding me and I drown in happiness as the wind rushes across my face. Then, I see the cattle owners and do not miss the chance to chat with them as I swallow another bite of the delicious guava.

Only after the sun sets and the animals move into their sheds, I decide to move too. I walk back, pass the two lone trees again, and reach the grassy corner where there is the traditional jute charapai. As I lie there admiring the sky and counting the Haryana Robins that fly over my evergreens and bougainvilleas, darkness befalls and the stars begin to glitter. The full moon is so bright that I can almost see its eyes, nose and lips, its face. The moonlight, the chilly gust, and the stars take me into a trance and I find true peace.

Now, I live here in the other corner of the world far from my moon, my stars, my trees and my animals. Yet, I see them all vivid and clear in my mind's eye, especially when I need them the most. I realize then and again, how magical is that place and want to return to it again. This awesome location is the veranda of my grandparent's house in my village Dulmiaal, Pakistan. This is the joy of my life, my appellation, my Dulmiaal.





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