When it rained...
My brain was throbbing. Figuring out the primal of the integral of exp(-x^2) was no easy task. My mind had already begun its journey. I was listening to the familiar tunes of Mozart's 21st symphony. The night sky was red, and puddles were getting replenished. I wondered where he was. He would help me get over this riddle.
I wondered what to play next. A much easier riddle!
And, then, the familiar footsteps approached the door. He entered the room, wet and dripping. He shook the water of himself in a way that reminded me of a little dog. He sat down, and looked at me. His eyes shone with conversation. I nodded the question.
"Brilliant rain! Reminds you of the monsoons, doesn't it?", said he.
"Yes, it does. But, where were you?"
"I met this person near the river - prabuddha. He was on those ancient benches, staring intensely at the gently rippling water. I walked to him impulsively and sat down beside him. He didn't seem to notice my presence at first.
And, then, he turned to me, and, smiled. It was a smile that set alight with joy the deepest and darkest corners of my mind. Such was the radiance! And, then, he remarked that the river was calm today.
We sat there, in the mild winter sun, with an occasional waft of wintry wind reminding us of the season. I felt it in him. A strange radiance, a calm that made me unaware of my existence, my troubles, my aching feet. I felt joy and calm like never before. It was reassuring. I hoped, too optimistic perhaps, that my quest was over. He looked at me again. I wanted to know if it existed. Then, I knew it did. I wanted to know if he knew. Then, I knew he knew. I wanted to know if it was true. Then, I knew he believed it to be true. I wanted to know if I could be there. I got no answer. I wanted to know if it was true. I wanted to know if it was true. I had to know. The urge to evoke an answer was at its strongest. I didn't notice the sun vanish behind dark clouds. I didn't notice drops of water falling down. I didn't notice people scurrying for shelter. Oblivious to everything. And, then, it happened!"
He stood up and walked over to my desk, and looked at the symbols on the paper.
"It can't be done, dear fellow. It simply doesn't exist."
I wondered what to play next. A much easier riddle!
And, then, the familiar footsteps approached the door. He entered the room, wet and dripping. He shook the water of himself in a way that reminded me of a little dog. He sat down, and looked at me. His eyes shone with conversation. I nodded the question.
"Brilliant rain! Reminds you of the monsoons, doesn't it?", said he.
"Yes, it does. But, where were you?"
"I met this person near the river - prabuddha. He was on those ancient benches, staring intensely at the gently rippling water. I walked to him impulsively and sat down beside him. He didn't seem to notice my presence at first.
And, then, he turned to me, and, smiled. It was a smile that set alight with joy the deepest and darkest corners of my mind. Such was the radiance! And, then, he remarked that the river was calm today.
We sat there, in the mild winter sun, with an occasional waft of wintry wind reminding us of the season. I felt it in him. A strange radiance, a calm that made me unaware of my existence, my troubles, my aching feet. I felt joy and calm like never before. It was reassuring. I hoped, too optimistic perhaps, that my quest was over. He looked at me again. I wanted to know if it existed. Then, I knew it did. I wanted to know if he knew. Then, I knew he knew. I wanted to know if it was true. Then, I knew he believed it to be true. I wanted to know if I could be there. I got no answer. I wanted to know if it was true. I wanted to know if it was true. I had to know. The urge to evoke an answer was at its strongest. I didn't notice the sun vanish behind dark clouds. I didn't notice drops of water falling down. I didn't notice people scurrying for shelter. Oblivious to everything. And, then, it happened!"
He stood up and walked over to my desk, and looked at the symbols on the paper.
"It can't be done, dear fellow. It simply doesn't exist."
Seems like love at first sight!
ReplyDeleteI'll be following your blog...
Moony this is a very good piece!
ReplyDeleteSpecially since I have your Siddhartha ;)
ReplyDeleteI want it back!!
ReplyDeleteNothing here is original, I must add.