Fifty years ago, this bridge was lonely,
approach-road was being constructed, no high rise building was there, and sound of
the flowing water of channel can be heard.
One day I find a girl used came to this
bridge every day in summer, and summer after,
Who drew attention as fuel to see her
and to arrange a situation to talk with her,
She might be from a nearby village, now
a part of city. One occasion, I ventured to speak rapidly, with syllables
quivering with the sense of nervousness, and I said,
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“Hi, I think you live nearby.”
She did not answer. She stood still, and
looked at me with her beautiful eyes, As if I could not stir her silent kingdom
for the answer. After a little while, she turned towards her way from where she
came. To me, she was interesting and loving.
And I kept my way continuous with my attempts, and she used to come
daily, as usual.
One day I went inching closer to her
body and immediately after she opened ANCHAL of her sari and swung upon me and I
stood like stone draped with beautifully crafted cotton art work of Anchal.
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“Use
this perfume. Then I will talk to you.”
I stood inside her ANCHAL as if I stood
on her condition that insisted me to honor her request, that to be saved
privately, As if she would give me all her heart if I did perform exactly what
she asked. The smell of her body, perfume, beating of heart – all gave me a
feeling of love, excitement, newness of young change, desire to stay in this
way many a day, a true way to think about, to live about, to touch around, to
hold about, to sink within, to dwell with, to obey her words, above this place,
this region, and overall above this hemisphere to the universe.
My speech still remains in my heart.
