I am at the center of paradise. This place so close is immense and bracing. It suffices for all; the moon, the sun, the stars, love and everyone. So, I neither feel the absence of anything nor do I long for more. This is a whirlwind of revelation, of the possibly attainable contentment.
The hills of Mussoorie, freshly bathed in lights and grace are a result of the communion of man and nature. The sky covered in thick rain filled clouds forms a shiny roof over these mountains. It is a silver lining for my heart which makes me endless; so far so bright it is only me. The countless lights twinkle like rain touching the ground and to contain this idyll, my eyes are wildly rolling in their sockets.
This is certainly a dream that slipped out from eyes and now seeps into my skin like an early morning cold shower, where the water first drowns my organs in it, touching and refreshing my core and then washes away the warmth of the previous day. It is filling my body with cold water like Dionysus filling my mortal glass and giving me the resilience to enliven the day. I wish to be here until the end of my time.
I walked in here with open eyes. I wonder where a prayer with closed eyes would lead me.
paridhij 