How often does it happen that you wake up in morning wishing for a miracle and voila, your instinct guide you through the day and gift you one. It was one such morning for me. I greeted the sun while it beamed loudly on my room window. It was a weekend and hence the bonus sleep.
My father had returned the night before from my sister’s place and I couldn’t have been happier. Home looked fuller and so did the walls. My parent’s conversation in the other room brought to my attention that they were planning a visit to the bank. Without a moment of delay, I sprung on my feet and waltzed in their room suggesting to give them a lift. ‘Oh no need, dear’, chanted my mother. Yet, I insisted. Having experienced the scorching heat of the city, I did not want her to go through such turmoil for a 10 minute visit to the bank.
An hour later, we both were on our way to the Saket. For me, Saket, was not just another nearby market but a bagful of memories. Each time I crossed the market, my mind would wander to the hours spent with college friends and colleagues in the colourful market place. Yet, today it felt different. What was it? That feeling, that brush with an old memory, I jut couldn’t point my finger at it. Something was awaiting my presence. An experience.
I dropped my mother at the bank and went off to a quick visit to the Sai Baba temple next to the market. My gut insisted that something was about to be revealed and yet I wasn’t ready to acknowledge it. The darshan were smooth and peaceful. As I sat inside the car, my stomach gargled. Ignoring the sensation, my mind focussed on the nearby cars trying to make their way through the narrow by-lanes of the temple. As I was about to take turn to the exite, a subtle knock on the glass pierced through my ears. An old acquaintance was smiling at me.
‘Rohit?, Hi!! Such a long time. How are you?
He kept gushing and his eyes twinkled. Yes, it had been a very long time. From college friends to spiritual talkers, we were a quite a team back in the old days. Yet, today seemed like nothing had changed. He looked exactly like an aspiring artist who would keep explaining me his source of inspiration to paint and draw. Honestly, I was a bit overwhelmed. Art had been my favorite hobby. Hence, the soft corner for budding artists and exceptional ones. What did I ever do that such beings crossed my path time and again?
We instantly decided to catch up and went to a nearby coffee shop. It seemed that time had never stopped. Last two years were just a limbo. He explained about his masters while I told him about my professional work. We went back to being students who were always excited to carve our future identities in our conversations. The only difference was that this time, we WERE them. Time to create a new thought form.
His eyes kept searching for one answer.
‘Hope you are still writing?’
‘Haha, yes! but this time it is for corporates. You see, my words could never be my persona because they belonged to my soul. I instead created what could be my persona.’
Somewhere, back in his mind the question still remained unanswered. And somewhere in my heart, I knew why.