Dixie

The last time i thought of Dixie was when i was standing among what looked like pristine white blossoms. They accepted my intrusion gleefully as i stood there admiring the cotton peeping out of the burst open- with- abundance pods. It was bliss, the unending stretch of freckles of white among the dark greens. So while the eyes voraciously took everything in, the mind had words. Rather a song.
This is how it went raveling as i seemed to remember the words and it's comforting refrain. As if they were coaxing me to look as much as i could for the sight would soon be replaced by other mundane ones.

"I wish i was in the land of cotton
 Old times they are not forgotten
 look away, look away, Dixie land
 In Dixie land where I was born in, early on a frosty morning
 Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land.

 Then I wish i was in Dixie
 Hooray ! Hooray!!
 In Dixie land I'll take my stand
 To live and die in Dixie
Away! Away! Away down South in Dixie
Away! Away! Away down South in Dixie..."

It goes without saying that Dixie returned full fledged because of the cotton fields. i don't know what strange trance i fell into. It did not bother me one bit that i could not remember more of the song and went deeper into the fields repeating all the above mentioned lines. And blissfully i had forgotten everything else. The PRESENT, that NOW was out of my system.
That my husband was waiting in the car by the road side and that it was getting late. We had to get going if we had to reach our destination well on time.
It was the continuous honking that brought me back to my senses.
i went back sulking a bit and took my seat as the irritating navigator that i am next to my husband who drove on. But not without sharing Dixie with him.
Although he is not much of a fan of classics like Dixie yet he patiently heard all without interruption.
And when i finished he leaned over and kissed me. Not for my singing i guess for i'm not much of a singer anymore but for something else.
i could see the pride he felt and i know why. Drunk on that i closed my eyes and thanked my parents, my school and most of all my healthy cells which has retained all of that i need.
It was the most memorable road journeys i had taken. We were going to Somnath and that was two years back.

Dixie and the cotton fields are alive and on this concluding session i would like to share Dixie with anyone who cares.




i am glad that Dixie sounded cute when i had learnt it in school and i am fortunate that through that cute song i am gaining more today. Some facts that i had no clue of then when we had in that semi-circular music hall first heard, " Today we learn a new song. Please copy the words down from the blackboard and SHIVANI stop talking...''
Facts  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dixie which i paste here because maybe i care or rather i need to.

Suddenly lots seems to be coming back and before i get carried away i must stop for the time being. And since i have been with songs these few days i can't help remembering John Lennon. His song ' Imagine'. Beautiful song and peaceful words to end my post for the day.

“Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one”