Having left behind its struggles with the cranky city, and forgiving the stones and the boulders that made it snake around, the train moved ahead at an effortless pace trying to be one with the volcanic Central Indian plateau.
Leaning against the door at the edge of the footboard I watched the sky interspersed with silken clouds, and reveled in the leela as they enacted a celestial drama and played the game of divine hide-and-seek. The sun, trying to steal itself away sneaked into embrace of the soft woolly balls of mischievous cotton, and la there for a moment until wind, unable to overcome its jealousy, blew its consort away.
A screenplay was beginning to form in the mind. Taking elements from the Hindi films—fluttering birds, swaying trees, nimble kissing flowers, it created a scenario where lovers locked themselves together losing their individuality…show more content… Unmindful of the city the panorama of the day before bewitched me once again in its charm. Painted blue, donning the colour of the sky, the still water of this mammoth lake had forsaken its ‘I.’
Standing at its centre the grand statue of Avalokiteshwara appeared like a tiny fleck while overhead the clouds, and the sky, the lights and the wind continued their flirtations.
Could they be stratospheric clouds? The mind as it enters the realm of reasoning starts thinking.
From ‘Meghaduta’ to ‘The Next One Hundred Years’—it turns out to be a paradigm change.
“Situated 12 to 13 kilometers above the earth’s surface, the clouds in the stratosphere,” I had read, “are amongst the most beautiful sights of nature.” The relationship between the two begins to blur. “The most luminous parts of these clouds,” an observer had written, “shine like mother-of-pearl. Common only in Antarctic and at that height where ozone is normally thickest, these could do incredible damage.”
The time had come for me to confront the malevolent