March 10, 2011

The Now

I was once walking by a promenade. Which was, as happens in every fairytale, flanked by green trees swaying madly and raining leaves on me.


It was perfect you know. The breeze, the sounds of the birds, the whooshing of the wind in my ears, the way a dog scampered away across the walk, the cycle that went by, the playground, then empty and brown with matches long played and lost and won.


There was no thought of what had gone by. There was no anxiety at what would be coming. There was this one thought-less, stretched out minute of bizarre happiness.


It felt beautiful. I wanted to record the time. i wanted to etch it in my mind. I had to remember this long minute when I had been in perfect harmony with the world and myself. I asked the banyan tree I was passing, "What time is it?"


It looked amused. "Time?! Why, its Now! It's always the Now!"


And so it always is.And its still happening.

4 comments:

Eon Heath said...

Hey, Hi
you have narrated the moment amazingly...the build up and then coming to the precise subject, nice. good read.

Regards,
The Silhouette...

Mehak said...

in one word, spellbinding.
your writing is magical; i love it.

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

And yet, the moment I dip the nib to ink this moment on a little piece of parchment, it eludes me... yes, it is here now, and still I can't catch it.

:)
Blasphemous Aesthete

janavi said...

nice!!!!