The four part series is related to a breathtaking trip to Dalhousie.
Today...
A wall in this room has surrendered and made way for a sheet
of glass, and when the curtains hiding it are drawn aside, what you behold will
probably sketch itself in immortal ink on the walls of your musing heart. The room
overlooks a quiet and breathtaking valley and beyond that, some umpteen rows of
hills that finally reach the snow clad Pir Panjal range.
The mornings are almost warm, but the afternoons will take
you in their cool and gentle embrace. The memories of this afternoon I will
place in my crystal jar of priceless memories, as of yesterday and the day
before. The clouds came unannounced and danced all over the valley, each took
charge of a separate hill and caressed the eager deodars with wet loving palms.
They painted the entire landscape in profound shades of blue. So profound, that
it could seep into your heart, run through your veins and appear as little
drops from the corners of your enchanted eyes. So blue, that you’d cease to
associate any gloom with blue in future, so blue, that you’d feel that it’s the
color of your soul.
Stand on this terrace alone, feel this rain on your skin,
hear the breeze convince your hair to follow their whims, hear the thunder
laugh at your awestruck face, see the valley smile at your ecstasy, realize what I really mean by
Solitude Sublime and wonder, if this could really happen in absence of a divine
plan…
The coffee tastes like the Gods have made it for you, and
your bare feet feel like they have just uncovered the secret of existence from
the wraps of this wet earth. You are breathing a divine shade of life, you can
almost hear angels sing, you are finally falling in love with yourself, and
your reflection no longer seems distorted, its just you, smiling.
The clouds decide to bid adieu, awe inspire another set of
souls, the rains kiss me goodbye, the shadows shift and the silver dragons
glide away. A little one remains behind, but then hurries after its mother. The
hues change. The earth is still in the euphoria of what had just passed, and so
am I.
And Davies gently whispers “What is this life, if full
of care. We have no time to stand and stare”. And I wonder that if we could
really snatch away some time to stare, this life probably would not be so full
of care. There is aridity, there is disenchantment, but once in a while, look
closer, its still a beautiful world. Once in awhile , my beloved reader, fall
in love with yourself again. Just once in a while…..
Go Slow….
