Maybe, I don’t know her enough, to tell you that she lives like a nymph, one of those magical elemental creatures.
Somewhere rooted in the essence of air that she can sense in the ground in the ground as she looks at the moving river. The leaves would fall on her and she would let them stay in her hair if she is alone.
When she is alone, she is surely the nymph. But, we can’t be alone for long. Nymphs are born and they stay with the element and the element never really stay.
Frozen or Forgotten, the magic that once filled the rush of those rivers. The fire flooded and the river ran to the plains. The child of the fire and river went along the turmoils and landed in the Delhi rain.
The river stay in the plains, it revives in the rain. But, the baby Nymph has remained, like an unknown power. I have seen her, I have been with her, I have seen her interact with nature. She is calm and I Have seen her with people, A little lost in her pure essence with them or when forced by the nerves forgotten of her real self. It has been an year ever since my suspects of her reality to be transcended into something super natural.
Last year, I called her a subconscious superhero, for she would understand the frailties better than the broken pieces. This year, it seems, the nymph is all I can call her. She is no hero of the realms rather the child of faith and spirit.
One very fine day, I had witnessed her tears as that of a child without hate or pain known to me, but to my soul. I have heard her heart say it to me, in lines that are pure music to the realm I reside in, the beating was that of the sun flares and the blood rush was the river. She is the river from the sun, sustained by Shiva and Kept with Brahma.
I was in love this character, she would adhere her smile with the sense of the nature that would surround her, little did I know that she was just a frame of what I truly admire in creation.
For a human being, everything tends to sustain, as if the occurrences are vibrations that find stability on the heart and it beats. But when you fall in love, none of this really makes you feel your incompleteness.
For every child born is this little note of music which meets every creation that is made for him or her to recount and recollect his song. All of us share that song and to that song, I am closer. Because I told you, her heart is like music.
She won’t tell you and probably she herself seldom realize that her eyes are Aleph. Her presence is that of a mountain reaching the skies for peace so that she can sing her song. I have been lucky enough to climb to her reality.
Probably after a very long while, I am writing this blog, and there is a reason to it, its her birthday and her energy always makes me feel complete. She allows me to be the best of me, this Hermit who wants to be in the mountains, sailing the flute of her real desires.
Everyone, including her have the opinion that I am wrong, and I proclaim, I may not know enough, but what I know so far, is that she is the sustenance of consciousness and she told me that no body is different. And that makes it easier for me to live and say that she is a Nymph.
