I had seen her for just two days and it seemed to me that i know her from ages.First day when our eyes crossed, she saw me sitting beside her and i was asked my name.Second day i made her reproduce my name and play flute for me.I recorded her voice captured her eyes and deleted that file on my way back to lodge.
When i had seen her first time She was sitting at the stairs of temple.Her eyes were closed as if eye lashes were trying to veil the pain within.Her back was towards the entrance of temple as if she is angry with God , and when she opened her eyes, in transient time i could spot a tear.Her canto concluded with a note that i used to play.I haven't tried it from past two decades and two more years, still i could not convince my cerebral cavity and cardiac nerves that it was not mine: They were adamant in their belief.
That night i couldn't sleep, i was thralled down by the imagination. I was feeling a drift towards that swing, that tree where I first realized the 'love' and happened to fall in it. I was in love with chilling winters of Almora and with a little gujarati girl. i gifted her my kashmiri shawl and she in return gave me SMILE. (this is second time in my life i am visiting Almora ). I never discussed it with anyone , even mother of my teenage Malika never asked me about her , after our first tryst.
Malika my daughter was doing hospitality course and was there at Almora for next two months. She has to complete her internship at the mental hospital. I had seen that golden girl in the premise of that hospital only, while waiting for my Malika, with her favorite chocalate and A last tea for the next two months.
I returned back to my lodge, had cups of Almora tea, and completed my office work.I had to say sorry to someone with a pearl necklace whose trip was ruined because of me, and promised to take her to local kashmir market on weekend.
This episode is recorded in my diary approximately nine weeks after it actually happened. Today malika returned and we were having tea and she was telling me about her experiences.She told me about lady who own that hospital, and her daughter. The Daughter or the temple girl, was a twenty one year old lady but due to improper genes she never grew physically. She was even the first registered patient at that hospital. She showed me here experience certificate signed by Ms. ZAANIA ( Still a Ms......... )
And i recapitulated that the golden girl outside temple had kashmiri eyes , resembling mine.
When i had seen her first time She was sitting at the stairs of temple.Her eyes were closed as if eye lashes were trying to veil the pain within.Her back was towards the entrance of temple as if she is angry with God , and when she opened her eyes, in transient time i could spot a tear.Her canto concluded with a note that i used to play.I haven't tried it from past two decades and two more years, still i could not convince my cerebral cavity and cardiac nerves that it was not mine: They were adamant in their belief.
That night i couldn't sleep, i was thralled down by the imagination. I was feeling a drift towards that swing, that tree where I first realized the 'love' and happened to fall in it. I was in love with chilling winters of Almora and with a little gujarati girl. i gifted her my kashmiri shawl and she in return gave me SMILE. (this is second time in my life i am visiting Almora ). I never discussed it with anyone , even mother of my teenage Malika never asked me about her , after our first tryst.
Malika my daughter was doing hospitality course and was there at Almora for next two months. She has to complete her internship at the mental hospital. I had seen that golden girl in the premise of that hospital only, while waiting for my Malika, with her favorite chocalate and A last tea for the next two months.
I returned back to my lodge, had cups of Almora tea, and completed my office work.I had to say sorry to someone with a pearl necklace whose trip was ruined because of me, and promised to take her to local kashmir market on weekend.
This episode is recorded in my diary approximately nine weeks after it actually happened. Today malika returned and we were having tea and she was telling me about her experiences.She told me about lady who own that hospital, and her daughter. The Daughter or the temple girl, was a twenty one year old lady but due to improper genes she never grew physically. She was even the first registered patient at that hospital. She showed me here experience certificate signed by Ms. ZAANIA ( Still a Ms......... )
And i recapitulated that the golden girl outside temple had kashmiri eyes , resembling mine.
