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,
- “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.
- “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.