I kept the note book which carried my endeavours to write the unspeakable,on the brink of my writing desk to accomadate a hot cup of tea on a winter morning. While i felt the first sip of hot tea passing through the very core of my body, my notebook tripped over and went straight into the dustbin!! in an instant i forgot about the tea and rushed to pick it up, while my hand was just few inches away, the book gave me a strange look,and there was a moment between us, which made my hand lose its urgency. I did pick-up the notebook but something was communicated to my soul, I felt life smiled at my mind. It was the same look which i have noticed in mirror towards pictures. Before any other thought could reach me my nose caught the smell of the fresh tea, still hot. The eternal glimpse had, as usual, only consumed few moments!! I smiled and took a long hot sip of the tea and while i felt it reaching my gut, mind went with it...the eternal self lived the eternal moment again. and yet again mind attempted to store the ever flowing.

Its O.K.

azal


Azal