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We three...

My echo...

Slowly the cracking sounds of the dry leaves died out and I got a feel of the rocky ground I was walking on...only sounds remained were that of wind and the last rays of the setting sun getting reflected after striking on the sharp edges of the uneven rocks...

"Is there any one around? Can any one hear me?"...ear me?...r me?...r me?...me...e?...e?...e?” Words kept on bouncing till they lost all their energy in the roughness of the rocks and died out.


My shadow...

I saw him standing in front of the mirror with the same old tool box.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Can't you see? Trying to fix a smile!"

"What a big job that is?"

"Why don't you help me out? I have been trying for past one hour. But some how none of the smiles are looking good on my face?"

I got busy with the screw driver...fixing different curves on the face, to fix the smile that looks perfect...after struggling for one hour more I also realised, it's not as simple as it seems...now it was time for me to be irritated, "But why do you want to fix it at all?"

"I need to do it."

"But why?"

"I need to be happy?"

He threw me a look that meant "No more questions" and got busy again...

and me...

a sudden surge of light, as if I was under a spot light...warmth that formed a blanket sheltering me from the piercing winter chill...I dozed off...

I woke up, shivering in the cold, to realise it was gone...left no trace except for the bright flash that I caught through the mind's eyes and the sensation of coziness...

What was that?

A UFO perhaps!

Now waiting for the time my eyes gets adjusted to the darkness around...

Comments

totaramkiaaatma said…
have u read notes to myself???
dwaipayan said…
hat's off!!!!!!!
aklanta said…
totaramkiaatma
no I have not, I'll...

dwaipayan
thanks a lot...:)
totaramkiaaatma said…
...hugh prather
dwaipayan said…
aklanta,
how many times shall I repeat???
friends don't thank each other.
and infact I should thank you for composing such a wonderful piece and sharing it with us
breathless said…
c-o-o-l post...and cute new layout! ;;)
jac said…
It is a nice layout and the post too.
My shadow, my echo and me...
lol
Mindinside said…
hi .. am back
hope ur doing fine,
Can i borrow ur tool box?
david santos said…
Helo!
Very nice
Love you
Tank you

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Rays of hope...

These days,
I can hear my heart saying
its time
you confront your life,
its time
you nourish dreams
fill some colours
to the grey grey world
And I followed it, added a colour, a crimson colour full of life. I can feel the spaces inside my heart getting filled with sight and smell of rose and sounds of echoing laughter. I can feel it growing fonder, quieter, warmer then ever. I am struggling for words to paint my heart. There are thousands of them.As it usually happens, in these moments I find it difficult to choose the best of them...all of them dearer, all of them nearer...I am sitting quite till they grow strong enough to break the barricade erected long time back. I am waiting for the day they unfold their wings again, to touch the vast blueness above.
These days, I can hear my heart saying the day is not far...

Thousands of miles away, yet...

I do not remember what it was that made me realise, 'I am moving too fast'. I pulled in the breaks to a jerking halt.

I looked back to check how far I have travelled...the meter says I did travel a lot. But how can I still see the 'square one' clearly with my naked eyes? And where's the trace of 'me' that I am looking for? Why can't I see even the vague impression when I look forward? Was my journey like a wind mill? ' Running fast, but travel no far'?

It was some twenty years back. Just like many others, I asked the simple three word question ' Who am I?...Finding no one around to answer, I started my journey on foot. A search, for an identity...

And now when I glance back, sitting still on the corner of the tranqil lake, I can recollect answers to many questions that I have gathered during the journey so far...I know what I am, I know what I can do, I know what I can't...I know what I have gathered, what I had gathered and lost while run…

On the way back...

"A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving.”
Lao Tzu



Don’t know whether we were good travelers, but seemed to be a little bit of it. We left home with the idea of exploring the enchanting land of Palampur, without knowing what plans the almighty had for us. While negotiating with the Taxi operators in the Pathankot railway station, we ended up charting out a plan to first visit places in McLoad Ganj and Dharamshala (the land of Buddhist monks) and explore the vast green lands of Palampur on the way back. Though we maintained this travel plan till the end, the tit bits were changed many times in between with many omissions and additions. And at the end of the journey, when we were back to square one, there was consensus amongst us, it was a journey well made.

“I see my path, but I don't know where it leads. Not knowing where I'm going is what inspires me to travel it.” Rosalia de Castro




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