RENDEZVOUS WITH NATURE

I was standing right at the edge of an expansive Pacific beach that embraced me with its tendril creamy waves but far to its other end the same wave appeared like coughing out, in a rhythm, lumps of white gunpowder over its own udder. I stretched arms and cuddled my own body and sat down on the surface of glistening rough sand. I began devouring a majestic sight in front of me – a sight that was always in my dreams and imagination. The close-up horizon displayed a spectacular scene of earth, sea and sky and it was all so overwhelming in sight, smell, and sound.

 

As the scorching sun tossed billows of brackish sea waters and the gusty wind churned rolling waves, the surrounding got more nostalgic and it clutched me loosely in a particular fragrance that I never had sniffed before. At that very moment, a mystic energy rushed into me and jolted the calmness inside me as if it was a jitter of sea currents flowing in my veins. Breaking that silence and the despair inside me, a couple of angry waves ran over nearby rugged blue rocks and crackled with dying moans. I felt as if the air exulted from the power manifesting itself through the fury of the sun, wind and sea. For a moment it felt a bit sinister, this growing field of energy around me; but no, it was a power I was feeling, the power of Being, of Nature.

Later in the night and days that followed, I was introduced to hallmarks of Pacific traditional dances and songs. Both dancing and singing seemed to have evolved from the purely aural inspiration of natural environment and sounds around them: the pounding of waves, the wind rustling the trees, the roll of thunder, and the rhythm of rain. Abound with such intimacy of nature, it is very natural for one to express emotions in terms of Nature.

A part of that nature perhaps clasped my soul – that I felt an amazing energy invoked inside me and I could feel the power of elegance that softened even my bones. I am so proud that till this date I have preserved, deep in me, the wonders and power of Nature. It’s so wonderful to live with that wilderness, rustic mystery and freedom of thoughts burrowed from Nature!

A PLEASANT REVERIE ….

A powerful physical frame, a pulchritudinous face and masculine attitude – the trinity that reflects his persona and that captures your attention at the very first glance. As he walks in with his illuminating powerful gait, you swoon unknowingly and unintentionally. He paves his way into the crowd - polite and eager to chat. Heads turn around and eyes penetrate him as he puts his sanguinity at display. He looks like no any bravado, aggressive, dominant or charming, yet in no time he begins to cast the spell of his style and mannerism.  

At a couple of yard’s distance from him, my lips measure each sip from my glass and I peacefully indulge in a circle of gossip. But, my anxiety grows immensely as his baritone voice spans out; I can hear every crisp of syllables he utters. With an uneasy indifference and a disguised nonchalance, I wait for an opportunity to reclaim his attention. While the background music plays on with the same agreeable accompaniment, my longing continues to glide on almost like an obsession.

I am not less proud - clad in my regal saree which glitters from the shines of jewellery on my vibrant silk flesh. I am settled into an unhurried posture but my hands constantly try taming the spread of rich folds of saree and pallu that encircles my shoulders.

Even amidst the discordant notes of the people that surround me, I feel like our chords are striking exactly the same note in the quiet harmony of the night. As if I summoned and he heard, our eyes meet at a yard’s distance; I involuntarily cover my face with a slow pink flush and can sense his eyes filled with a genuine inquisitiveness.

No sooner we realise that one yard distance has melted in a second and the next moment I find his dusky eyes glowing mysteriously on my puzzled face. I am driven by the helpless perplexity of my own volition and I only stretch my lips to a gleaming smile – my eyes slightly crinkled but sharply alert!

We trace each other through conversations that soon bind us together into the sphere of jest and laughter. For me, all that long ennui disappears turning me more voluble as he listens and gazes into the lights of my eyes. He compliments my admiration for him with the keenest interest and a matching attention that he does not withdraw for even for a moment!