It has been quite some time, being occupied with the mundane, when writing took a backseat and I craved to be back here. Visions, images have clouded me all this while interspersed with words and guilt at not having enough time to let them flow out. I have been doing write ups though and penning down scripts of plays at school……but none of this collectively quenches the writer’s thirst that remains insatiate.
And this place here is my nest…where I fly back to at dusk. Since a recent trip to a wonderful heaven that I will be sharing shortly….I have yearned to tell how it has haunted me all these days.
This was when I stood at the edge and saw clouds and mist float by ceaselessly that timelessness took its toll and I was nagged at for stalling others in the trek.
I was lost here, I still am…..when I see these clicks. So much in our lives is so ordinary, so puny, so not needed….
For the first time ever, probably so, I’m at a loss of words, rhyme or verse. I wish to say nothing and only let the solitude speak………….
Here we could hear our echo, literally, a little “discovery” the kids made and the impalpable delight at the valley calling us back………..
It drizzled, made us shiver and sit close, huddled and we felt so like innocent lambs, vulnerable, when suddenly the mist would disappear……..
This is what we drove through all the while, and in my mind, I still meander on these roads.
There is still more to it and while I glide through these pictures, one particular music from the movie “Roja” keeps striking back……….
I haven’t seen this movie again since I saw it first some twenty years back……phew…..that makes me sound old…….but, honestly, the music still haunts.
I do not intend to word this post…….just memories and music……..I lived through……I know for this and more……