Monday, May 15, 2006


She is a shy timid girl, not more than fourteen years old. The first bud of youth's spring is just about to peek from her eyes. Her body and more importantly mind is opening to ideas, passions, pleasures and pains which had hitherto remained unknown.

She opens her timid doe-like eyes and looks at the world with anxiety and anticipation. Her eyes grow wider with the eyelashes entwining like lovers. Her lower lips quivers often, a bud that shall soon blossom into a flower and ripen into a fruit. The celerity of puerility is replaced with the grace of puberty.

She looks at her own reflection in the mirror with awe. Everyday she gazes on with pride and desire as spring lends her colour, charm and gaiety to her body. She admires the buds that someday will gush with life someday. She stands there in front of her mirror and everyday a new secret, a new mystery is revealed to her.

She charms, entices and lures without her knowledge. She looks about with the innocence of a jasmine washed in the summer rain as the bees hum around her softly. When she does realize her power, the attraction she wields, she blushes a crimson red. Her blood rises to her cheeks filling it with life and passion.

She stands at the threshold of her youth. The garden of passion lies open in front of her eyes. Her feet however linger behind in the playground of maidenhood. She stands there like the evening, neither here nor there. A little shadow, a little light. A little innocence, a little desire. A bud on the threshold of blossom. That is what she is.

She is the Sandhya, the twilight. She is Mohana - the innocent and seductive Mohana who is on the threshold of blossoming...forever.

She can be seen here.

P.S. Thanks to V for inspiring this post.


Anonymous said...

the painting and the post match the mood of the ragam perfectly..

enjoyed reading this one..and absolutely loved this line,

She looks about with the innocence of a jasmine washed in the summer rain as the bees hum around her softly..

Beautiful post.


Anupama Viswanathan said...

Nice! You wrote that while listening to the song??

Parvati said...

Lovely accompaniments of song and painting with the same old-world charm of the post.

Sriram C S said...

@JAB - Nice to hear that!
@Anu - Yes, I wrote it as I listened. It served more as intoxication than inspiration! ;-)
@Parvati - Very old world, rgiht? It's just a personal experiment that I'm trying - translating music, paintings into words. I'm happy to fail each time! :-)

sairamsankaran said...

anna, your posting was nice.when i read it i can remember our olden days in tiruvalampozhil.a very nice post.

Sriram C S said...

@Sairam - Thambi, mikka nandri! And welcome to the BLOG world.! :-)

Viji said...

Lovely song! ethana dhadava venaa kekkalam, alukkadhu... i have it in a cassette. :))
(I'm sure you must know Santhaanam is famous for Mohana raagam...)

Viji said...

In my hurry, forgot to say... I have santhaanam's rendition, in a cassette! :P

Sriram C S said...

@Viji - Indeed! It's one of my personal favourites! And I have ONLY Santhanam's rendition in my cassette! :-D This one has a combo of Lalgudi Jayaraman and Vikku Vinayakaam with this song and Raghuveera in Useni. Same as yours?

Rathi said...

hey Sriram..was just browsing thru' some posts..was really impressed to read yours...and cant resist myself saying "I enjoyed listening to the song".

Sriram C S said...

@Rathi - Hello! Nice to see your comment there and sorry for the late reply. Thanks for the compliments! :_)