Here I am, in my happy place, where the horizon is always golden.
It is the one where the hyacinths float unrushed in the cool blue water, the heady scent of the Saptaparni( Scholar tree) will guide you here
Once you have moved a little further ahead of the Saptaparni’s fragrance, you would be able to feel the air in your mouth. sweet, earthen, with a hint of petrichor, but do not stop there, as you still have some time to reach the hereafter.
Can you hear the distant bell chiming a soft melody from your childhood? Walk towards it, when you can decipher the words, you know you have reached me.
Climb atop the hillock, feel the cold wind on your face, the faint rustling of the leaves complements the song perfectly. Take off your shoes and bury your feet in the grass, does it not feel great? Like all your worries have been absorbed by the grass?
Can you feel me now? I am here, basking in the cheerful October Sun, I am in white, my favorite color, your favorite color, our colour, I smell of lavender, my skin a warm olive, my eyes closed, my face upturned sporting a smile as bright as the sun.
You will see me when you close your eyes.
Fingers in symphony 