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Bidisha Datta

Abstract

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Bidisha Datta

Abstract

The Evanescent....

The Evanescent....

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Aimless, I started walking through the winding road,

Laid out through the dense evergreen forest,

A thick shroud of mist tried blinding me out,

Nevertheless, I was having the feeling of werifesteria.....

Diminutive drops of water on the dark green blades of leaves,

Silently dropped on my shoulders, teasing me to touch the foliage,

It was difficult, gathering the last ounce of control, I forsake its beguiling call...

I strode ahead, with leisure, languid steps,

Forgetting the world behind me.

As I took another turn off the road, I was greatly appalled.

I tried, I really tried, to convince my sane mind, that this was all an illusion.

But the scenery in front of me......

The plethora of thousands of wildflowers, of all magnificent hues, on either side,

Flamboyant butterflies showcasing their moves, hopping from flower to flower,

A little number of green leaves played hide and seek with me, peeping through the flowers.

And a little far away, where the road seemed to have met the end of the earth,

Was a source of fiery effulgence......

I couldn't believe my eyes, I didn't know what it was, but it was calling out to me,

Yes, I could hear the faint utterance of my name!

I knew this was not right, I was simply chasing an evanescent.

But I couldn't possibly ignore the longing, the yearning, the craving of my heart.

Concealed from the outer world, it was after a long time, that I saw so much green,

The reality? That I knew...

It was the world made of steel and concrete, coal-black smoke trying to ensnare me in its menacing clutches.

Just a wait of a decade or two, oxygen would only be available in cylinders.

It has been quite a few years since I have last felt touched by raindrops,

The fragrance of petrichor, which once used to consume all my senses, has become a distant memory.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I finally gave in to the limerence.

I slowly entered the parallel realm of flowers.

A familiar scent hit my nostrils, oh yes, I smelt the damp earth!

The scintillating flying insects rushed to me as if they were waiting for my arrival for years.....

A cute little rabbit jumped from one side of the raw wilderness to the other, halting midway to spare a glance at me.

I stopped walking, grasping the panorama around me into a memory of my heart.

Oh! Why? Just why couldn't all this be real?

I felt like losing myself, the ground beneath me was giving away.

All this was surreal as if it was the answer to my Saudade!

I could hear the faint humming of insects and chirping of birds as I walked further.

The virgin white, the passionate red, the vivacious violet, all the flowers were swaying slightly on their own melody.

Suddenly, the canopy of trees overhead gave away,

And golden beams of the sun entered this bewitching abode, drawing patterns on the ground with shadows of the trees.

I looked up and felt paralyzed, as the color of the sky started changing, from golden to saffron to lilac.......

And a colossal drop of water landed smoothly on my face......

And, there it was, it had started raining!

I felt myself spreading my arms wide, and the rain came down faster as if claiming me...

I closed my eyes, feeling myself getting drenched, the patter of raindrops on the soil calling my name.....

I felt something happen within me, something change, and I knew after some time, that I was getting filled.....

The void, that I never knew existed, was getting filled, the downpour was playing with my senses,

And I felt the rain seep in, through the cracks of my parched heart..........

Tears of happiness rolled down my eyes, intermingling with the rain, and I felt myself heal.

The rain on my parched heart.......

And the next second, I opened my eyes, after looking around and comprehending my surroundings, I sighed at my figment of imagination.

Oh! The rain on my parched heart.......


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