“Pinhead of Wind Farm”, she smiled as she uttered it.

It was enough a trigger to embark on backward journey in the time machine. Smoothly circling blades of the windmills from the window of the moving car led her to retrospective hues. Strands of the grey hair danced across her face. Pushing them back and still maintaining the gaze, she was transported to the sunny bright days of carefree younger years.

She was excited. Dark clouds were looming heavily on the horizon. She clapped and jumped. It was most likely to rain. She dashed towards the Chamunda Mata Mandir. It was a five minutes run from her house. Panting heavily, she entered the temple and kneeled before the goddess. Chanting some prayers, she rang the bell with all the might of her tender hands. Gliding and twirling with the gentle breeze, she returned singing a song.

The rains had eluded them for a while then. The long wait in the eyes of her father had made him fall silent more often. Silence brewed the unspoken gloom. Her father had tilled the land and sowed the best oil seeds he could buy. Another week without rains and all hopes of the green shoot would have been lost.

The gentle breeze turned into gusty blows. Her father got up at once from the charpoy. He was now pacing up and down. “Just when I think I have learned the way to live, life changes. Why now? When you are there most of the year. Let rain also show up”, he was heard muttering.

“Bapu, this gusty wind is such a respite from heat. I love playing in open when it is there for company. It makes everything feel so light”, she stated animatedly.

“Winds will take away the dark clouds with them. We will not get the rains”, he paused to answer.

“We can use the river water. Cant we?”, she darted the question.

“That is not enough. It has reduced to a mere stream. We will not get enough water to drink in few more days”, he explained to her patiently.

“We have tried cotton and pulses. This time you have oil seeds. Why do we grow such crops if they need water and we don’t have it?”, she quizzed. The question floated in the air but got no response from him.

She suddenly got an amazing idea. With glowing face, she turned to her Bapu and exclaimed, “Lets farm ‘wind’! We have it in abundance!”

He looked at her with astonishment.  “Pinhead of Wind Farm. Go away. Don’t eat my head”

Since then the “Pinhead of Wind Farm” stuck to her like a chewing gum. No one called her by her original name since that day.

“Farming the wind”, however was something she grew interested in the progressing years. With determination she earned degree in Science from Oregon Institute of Technology, USA. She capped it with the masters at Stanford University specializing in ‘Renewable Energy’. She joined Siemens at Germany as the Senior Engineer -planning and development in Wind Energy division. Five years down the line, call of motherland and her dream mission saw her returning to roots. Returning back to India, she joined the government services. She opted for  the ‘Department of Renewable Energy Resources’ as her career choice.

As the Chief Secretary of Department of Renewable Energy, today after about 30 odd years she was travelling back to her village. The wind farm at her village in Rajasthan was getting inaugurated at her hands…

Linking this post to #FridayReflections by Shalini and Corinne
I have tried to use two prompts this time again. First one is the photo prompt and the second one is the quote prompt “Just when I think I have learned the way to live, life changes” by Hugh Prather


writershilpa · February 5, 2018 at 8:10 pm

Wow! I wish more youngsters worked towards the betterment of our country than moving to the West!
Loved it Anagha! It’s so full of hope!

sukrisblog · February 5, 2018 at 8:22 pm

It is.so. good to listen to such stories where people strive for uplifting their own country or village.

mahekg · February 5, 2018 at 11:58 pm

Loved the end, awesome

bluerosegirl08 · February 6, 2018 at 3:18 am

It’s amazing the things that can trigger a memory and how a casuel word or phrase can be the start of somethig much bigger.

Mayuri Nidigallu · February 6, 2018 at 9:39 am

It is inspirational how a setback made the youngster take a step forward and use what was there in abundance!
Great story, Anagha! You are getting better and better at fiction!:0

Obsessivemom · February 6, 2018 at 9:51 am

What a wonderful message that story had! if only more youngsters try to think differently! Oh and your descriptions were wonderful.

BellyBytes · February 6, 2018 at 11:02 am

Quite the story Anagha – never expected it to morph into an inspirational story. Loved it and your take on the prompt. I was quite stumped with this one……

Roma · February 6, 2018 at 7:10 pm

This is a beautifully weaved inspirational piece Anagha. I almost felt it is a true tale 💖. You master the art love.

Alubhujiablog · February 6, 2018 at 10:22 pm

Story idea and Ur way of writing …I just love both ….humko bhi kuch sikha do yar

Corinne Rodrigues · February 11, 2018 at 6:22 pm

Very inspirational, Anagha. Presently working with a group of people who come from ‘humble’ beginnings and are rising stars in their own right!

    Anagha Yatin · February 11, 2018 at 9:17 pm

    Thats really heart warming to know Corinne. Wish to be associated with any movement that enables and strengthens the grass roots. Would love get in touch with you regarding this to get me started.

Abhisek Nayak · March 24, 2018 at 6:04 pm

Great Post. Very Inspiring.

milan · March 24, 2018 at 10:37 pm

Beautiful story!! this is the first time I am reading your blog n trust me now I am hooked onto your writings.

Jyotirmoy Sarkar · March 25, 2018 at 7:55 am

Wow !!!! amazing story, have touched my heart, loved it a lot. Very beautifully penned.

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