Life is the spaces between the moments, like the moment you’re waiting for someone and the moment you finally see him and like the moment when two people are close to touching and the moment when they finally are.
That’s where I was. In that small but infinite space, when she step out of the mysterious grey mist that covers the world in translucent veil like a pleasant surprise, smiling, delightfully chaotic.
In that chilled morning when I was supposed to be in my bed wrapped in my quilt, I was standing there & waiting for her. And before this pleasant surprise I had travelled a sleepless night in train, which left me on station right on time (unexpectedly !!!) and I had to wait for 2 hours in that rustling cold wind bruising my face. For a moment I find myself idiotic,why I’m doing this!! Only place which seemed alive was the tea shop near the street’s corner, where few men were arguing about the fares of auto. I knew I had at least an hour to spend here so I have no option other than listening their universal talks like it’s too cold today and trains will be late today due to foggy weather. One thing which was a little less bitter than this cold was the tea or I should say boiled flavoured water without any taste.
But this was just the start of wonderful adventure yet to be unfold because just sitting beside her and talking to her is like surreal dream come true. While the winter breeze brushed her cheeks, pulling stray strands of hair away from her face and then leaving it all loose and curled, I see her smile curved at the corners of her lips and I cannot help smiling every time she smiles and laugh every time she laughs. We didn’t have to think about what to talk because we can say each other whatever crosses our mind, anytime.
Like always in the state of perpetual state of confusion and worried that someone might see her with me but never stopped talking. Like always she forgot which way to go and I was enjoying it all, her expressions with feeble smile. She didn’t knew where we’re going to spend whole day till I took the metro tickets and told her that we’re going to Akshardham, Delhi & she was happy to hear that, though she have been there couple of time before.
Each memory has soundtrack of it’s own and every moment with her is like the beautiful memory with thousands of melodies playing in background.
After a long process of checking & rechecking we finally entered in the Akshardham and the first thing we were looking for is the food court. And there comes the dilemma of what to order and between all those yes & no’s, if’s & but’s we finally ordered more than we wanted. Food courts are best places to observe the people & that’s what we did.
A middle class family who was having the most optimal and economical meal & the school children so choosy with what and when they are going to spend the precious nickels given to them by their parents.
There are days
when you wish to moments to pass slow
& let this endless conversation flow
It doesn’t matter where ever you go
‘coz it’s gonna be the best as you already know
Based on Swaminarayan's life with the complex displays millennia of traditional Hindu and Indian culture, spirituality, and architecture, Akshardham is the best and cleanest monument. The featuring exhibitions have the robotics and dioramas portraying the message about the importance of peace, harmony, humility, service to others and devotion to God. In the ambiance of spirituality we both never missed a chance of cracking a joke.
With keen observations, more then swaminarayan’s life we were more interested in sculptors, theirs expressions and the dresses and the counting the pigeons, parrots and crows in each scene. Nudging each other and whispering & smiling, we ourselves complete the world for each other. Many times she told me to concentrate on the screen and memorise it all ‘coz she’ll ask me later about it. I was acting to be sleepy so that I can rest my head on her shoulder and whisper the random things crossing my mind.
While returning, a bit tired, we waited for the metro in which we could get seats but in Delhi it’s like the most ideal thing. Tiredness hovering her mind and her head resting on window corner, she slept like baby. Every time metro stops she opens her eyes for a while and smile and then again sleep. And I keep on looking at the girl with eyes like ocean reflecting the dreams she have and her hairs hung down in ringlets.
I saw her standing all alone and I knew she was perfect
From a distance I admired the most beautiful soul in the world
Her presence was gracious & her body was elegant
World stops to see the smile of spirit, so transparent
I live for the moments when I look at someone and we both thinking about the same thing and then start laughing & that day we didn’t realise we’re making memories we just knew we’re having fun.