It stops suddenly. All around you activity ceases. No sound of breathing, no whirr of some neighbour's creaky table fan. No recalcitrant child throwing tantrums outside your window. Even the computer has decided to show mercy on you and not gasp and moan as it prints out your documents for tomorrow's assignment.
The music swells slowly, sweetly. In your head at first, then gathering courage and painting sun patterns on the wall. Poorvikalyani soaring out to greet the dawn, shaking the sun out of its slumber. Stopping my heart with its haunting memories.
In gold and crimson tones the sun strides into my room and stops for those infinite minutes to listen. Just..listen.
The notes fade out as the raaagam decides to move on to someone else. Leaving me alone in a vacuum. Filled suddenly by the resumption of the whirr of the cranky fan, the screams of a colicky child and a groaning world embarking on an another day-chivvying me along.
4 comments:
That's the darnedest thing about dawn, innit? When it's finally quiet, you have to get up.
Sigh.
Eh... perhaps your post was a tad more profound than my comment, eh?
Just a tad.
:P
No. I absolutely agree. And that's what the post is about in some ways. This bone deep reluctance to be chivvied into life.
Beautiful.
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