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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