One day she stood among the women sweating as she picked grain from the roots of the paddy fields she was sixteen years old, becoming a young woman was very difficult from Arunadati. She now had to wear a blouse, long skirt which kept getting muddy and wet in the paddy fields and a half saree to cover her back and young womanhood, as she saw the bright sun’s rays falling on her face a wonderful bronze shade that glittered in the sun, her bronze arms carrying the rice on her young strong shoulders.

Suddenly she saw Arun a young man about eighteen, smocking and trying to jump over a puddle of rain water, He was the master of the house and hated getting his sandals dirty just as he managed to jump but slipped along the way and fell into a mucky puddle.

Arundati let out a giggle after a giggle she could not stop laughing as the ray of sunlight fell on her bronze face and arms and light brown eyes her hair tied in a long plait Arun could not understand it something from deep within tightened his stomach, He stared into her eyes not out of anger but fascination but this was no imagination he could not get Arundati out of his head as she stood there giggling in the sunlight the sun playing games with her face and image.

He was a high caste Bhramin and she was a low caste Sudra, now I am asking you my dear readers” Can a high caste and a low caste ever mingle”? “Can dark and white ever be united”? “Can rich and poor ever hold hands” Could there be chemistry at this love spell mystery”?

The answer is a shocking yes, love overcomes barriers, Love overcomes bigotry, Love overcomes racism, now coming back to this story, Arun held out his hand not bothering to dust the mud of his shirt and looked into the most gorgeous hazel eyes in the world.

He smiled his cute sheepish smile this time Arundati had tingles all down her spine, she was confused at this strange feeling, she turned her head and tried to run with the paddy on her shoulders but the edge of her saree brushed Arun’s face. He knew then it only takes minutes to fall in love.

Arun being fair, tall handsome of the highest caste had fallen in love with a dark low caste woman a sudra. Can there ever be a union between the two,? As Arun and Arundati got to know each other through secret meetings in the river, He knew, he and Arundati were meant to be together, her perfect body and her chiselled features this was the young woman of his dreams.

Arun was light skinned with green eyes due to the Arayan race, as he held hands with Arundati for the first time, and as they shared their first kiss they knew this relationship was meant to be.

They decided to run away to the UK as Arun had to study in University in London to become a lawyer, No one knew what happened to Arundati but the bronze daughter of the earth, had won the heart of the land lord and now they decided to live in London as husband and wife even Arun’s parents did not know but the laughing God of earth and sky looked down on them with favour.

It is at times as these the God of earth and sky play with humour, love and soul to make a one humanity whole.

In conclusion Arun and Arundati were legally married, Arundati learned English, Arun was a proud husband to one of the most attractive bronze coloured woman.

Where high caste walked hand in hand with low caste,

Where Arayan and Dravidian smile in peace, where one day black and white mingle.

Dear readers if love knocks on your dors with something you did not expect grab it with both hands, its better to be in love with the polar opposite than be single with no one, if an individual takes away pride and prejudice all you have left is love.

The end

Sunshine, Oh Sunshine,

You are so divine,

Why did God your rays on me never refrain,

As I see the beauty of the earth,

Because of you shining down on creation,

Thank you for this new generation,

Please on earth through God make a transformation,

Let there be no retribution,

As I see the clouds making a beautiful formation,

I see the rays of sunlight playing hide and seek,

Oh God at times I am timid and weak,

Please through the rays of light,

Let me bring you joy and delight,

As I see the stars in the night,

I think of you and hope,

It is like watching the universe in a telescope,

One day from God’s point of view will be a pretty sight,

Lord thank you for the battles in my mind you helped me fight.

And I will always love you now and forever,

My handsome King and Saviour

There was once a caterpillar who was a worm like all caterpillars everyday she used to climb on her favourite leaf and watch the beautiful butterflies in the morning and glow worms in the night, she loved the butterflies and asked God “Dear Lord I am just a little black worm can you please make me beautiful, I want to be a butterfly and if I can’t be a butterfly make me a glow worm.

She heard God laughing and saying dear one be patient there will be a time you will spread your wings and fly, caterpillar got up every morning and said Daddy God is it today, I will fly? is it today?

She heard God saying patience little black one, the time is near, One day after caterpillar had a good lunch of celery she felt tired and built herself a beautiful nest, she said “ She said God I am going to hibernate and please wake me up after spring comes,” so God said He has placed the best orchestra when you little one awake, God has asked Mr Cricket to play his music, Miss Robin to sing her song, and Miss Nightingale to sing along and the winds to blow the flute.

The little black caterpillar was overjoyed with tears in her eyes she went to sleep not knowing if she will ever awake again, but Daddy God watched over her. Days, turned to weeks and weeks to months, Suddenly Caterpillar felt the sun’s rays on her face, she got up, she thought it was a dream as the Divine Orchestra conducted by the greatest Conductor Daddy God Himself, The music started, the caterpillar pushed and tugged at her nest and as the Robin went tweet, tweet as the cricket did his whistling and as the nightingale sang her melodious song, the beautiful butterfly emerged.

God had tears in his eyes, Butterfly did not understand as the forest stood in awe at the most beautiful butterfly, God said “ God said butterfly go have a look at your reflection in the pond, as butterfly looked she asked God is that me ? Is that really me ?

God looked at her and said “sweetheart I made you, I watched over you and now you have wings to fly, but remember never have pride but remember you will be a beautiful bride and never let God’s will be tried, promise me, butterfly with tears in her eyes said Daddy God “ your will be done” You have seen me as a little insignificant black worm, now you have made me a butterfly, I love you and I will always love you till the end”

Amen!