Thursday, January 22, 2015

The Meeting..contd.



Moments in time seem prolonged and then time stops to a point when time is no time. It is just like a breeze over the river ever caressing the flow and still cannot leave a mark on the flow. When lives meet and love is re met ..magic happens…and there was magic...magic of time immemorial ...lives intertwined by remembrances from deep thoughts and MEMORIES. A single white wild flower among a horde of carefully pedigreed selection of flowers. Still the appeal is individual and personal.
Longing for a touch…which was never essentially required physically yet the base instinct taketh over. A reluctance of being lost in the hypnotized glory of the moment…A moment in time more precious than a life time. All existence seems blurred and insignificant in the presence of that person.
That is how DJ felt. With his HD 40x zoom Sony camera in hand he saw Payel again. A dance in time that was long forgotten but somehow managed to resurface in time. There was an insistence hitherto unknown of reasons far beyond mortal causes or urges that seemed to embrace the moment their gazes met.
The small Godly hand of the girl was giving alms to the Sanyasi sitting at the foot of the representation of lord Shiva at Unokoti. Her face was gleaming with an inward joy.DJ did not lose a single moment in capturing it. He himself was standing there at a short distance away. All the others from the 7 days trip of Tripura had gone to the top of the hill to see the relics on the top of the hill. Suddenly their eyes caught each other’s gaze. The Sanyasi was playing on a flute …the tune being a long forgotten one of the hill folks…a tune from the long forgotten past. Suddenly a breeze touched upon the dupatta and caressed the long flocks of hair coming on Payel’s forehead like a gentle touch of the hand of time. DJ’s heart skipped a beat as he discovered himself gazing into the deep doe shaped eyes. Thousand stories climaxing into one single point of glory and time stood still.

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