My thoughts on the song "Punsanda Reta…"
It is nighttime. A young, recently married woman is seated in a small mud hut with a thatched roof, in the middle of nowhere in the ancient jungles of the East. The period as we know it would be the early twentieth century. But it could be the late fifteenth century as well, as such dates are of little significance to her. It is as if time has stood still on her land since time immemorial. This is how life has always been there for centuries. The moon shines in the sky, casting its soft glow on the dark jungles below, which surround her little abode. Owls hoot, crickets chirp and elephants break branches in the surrounding forests, sending out the only signs of life in the jungle. But she is all alone, with no other person in sight. A small Kerosene lamp burning dimly in the corner is the only light, with the stars there to keep her company. A cold breeze is blowing from the direction of the ancient weva (water reservoir) situated nearby, which is the only sign that this par...