|Picture Location: SRCM Retreat Centre, Panshet|
The clouds were murmuring in what seemed like a thunder.
The downpour had just shown us a prelude,
Of what lay ahead.
While talking on the phone, people appeared to convey to their loved ones that they will be passing through a storm, perhaps. And they might reach their destinations a tad late.
There seemed to be a tenderness about the communication. Eyes moist, no smiles, as if the silent rustle was warning the humans of an impending doom.
I stood there, looking at nature in its alluring synchronicity, both living and non-living entities reacting to the brontide.
I realized, sometimes, what you hear, see, feel and know, are in different dimensions.
You cannot put them together to make sense out of it. Perhaps a thunder somewhere is actually a rocket taking off from a space station. Or a huge truck unloading rocks on a construction site. The vision gets clouded automatically as the senses start working in tandem leading to a beautiful illusion, or sometimes painful.
But, I have been through many such illusions and I chose to stay still in both calm and storm.
The residuum is a wonderful thing to observe. It's me, left with rasping dichotomy.
And I undo it one by one, learning nature all over again.