It was
raining;. He was shining, our breaths were mystically synchronized. There was
no need of even talking to each other. I could feel him everywhere! In me, in
rain, in the bubbles which rain drops formed in all mighty Ganges. His aura and
impeccable innocence left me wondering with the winds. We were soaked in the
sound and music of nature. It felt so cleansed. He started singing unaware of
his charm and energy. I saw him drenched in ecstasy. Fearless, Aimless and
complete what he was looking like. He was guiding our way, our feelings, trance,
singing, observation and us. He took the hold of the time and shared it with me
equally. His confidence was hypnotizing and his smile a magnet. It was the
inception of night, rain was getting more wet! Ganges was blushing. We got ourselves
under the shade and there were curtains of raindrops all around. Neither I desired
a cup of tea nor my camera at that moment. I just felt I can look at him like
this for rest of my life but it can’t rain forever.
P.S – thank
you Varanasi for such a surprise!
