As the water and the clouds play hide and seek

When you’re drowning in misery, and then suddenly someone brings in front of you a platter with a note saying “Ikke Egg”.

When you’re on an island connected by a shallow sea bed, and you go like “Is it just me, or is the tide rising?”, and then when everyone runs acorss the shallow, racing against the quickly rising, grinning, malignant tide. And then She proves her might, and wettens your feet.

When you are on the fjord shore, breathing in the powerful rays of the Sun smiling on the water, and mountains, miles in front, and the cold wind caresses you, and you pray.

When you slowly enter the sea, and freeze, and reach a stage of numbness – comfortably unconscious.

When those beautiful chubby ladies, who, invisible to most others work so hard to make you so comfortable, smile at you every morning, and teaches you a thing or two, and give small motherly advices.

When your otherwise wisely silent roommate comes in alcoholised at 3.00AM, and engages you in a gripping conversation about scientology, aethism, fundamentals of religion, and tells you about his religion which worships Bacon (according to which all life arose from bacon trees (mistakenly known to us mortals as pigs)).

When your fingers subtly, carefully, precariously, caressingly applies pressure on to the button, praying, hoping, willing, and you hear a click, and you see that perfect image which you wanted to see.

When you lose yourself in soul-drifting, natural, music played by powerful musicians, whose story will, some day be narrated by grandparents to grandchildren.

When you see the drop of water inside you, which came from the ocean.

..

For a moment, for a second, for a unit of time.

You find peace.

You lose your self to your Self.

You find love.

The drop connects to the ocean.

The weights which were weighing your heart down lifts.

Indifference becomes the love it truly is. Love becomes beyond explanation. Missing becomes energy. Dislikes, those ameobas, attain the size of an ameoba.

Wheat grains stand contrast against the dull yellow fields, and displays the sun as its own.

..

For a moment, for a second, for a unit of time.