Emotion Finds Equation

....It was exactly the last day of the bygone year, as usual, physical verification of the stocks lying at the site was essential. Hence I was advised to join with our auditors for a quick survey of our stocks on that day. We had started rounding the worksites, noted each and every thing in our notebooks that were available. Meanwhile, we had finished our lunch following tea break, completed our jobs and returned to the office for final statement.

But something had happened to me. I could not confine myself in the office shell, felt uneasy of anyone's association. I had gone out silently, stood nearby clarifier from where I had gazed at her, Gangabai an adivasi (tribal) female worker carrying bricks on her gammela (iron pan) stepping up few steps on a prepared ramp to pass on bricks to mason for walling. Sometimes she put the brick in parallel sometimes cross on the gammela on her head. To me it looked like " a crescent and a cross on her head as if area of the cross might be the same of cresent.." I murmured.

I returned my look from her head to barefooted toe-tied with junglee ghungroo-a Payal , while stepping up; a melodious sound from it quenched and filled the heart of many. But I was emotionally looking to her stepping over the ramp and delivery of the bricks to the mason. Meanwhile, all of my imagination and unsaid languages became liquidated and granulated like ice cubes over the ramps. I was counting, counting in isolation icy cube steps numbering three, four, five, and six made so symmetrical and smooth for her way. An equation exposed under her feet - I charmed!

But I was afraid of morning sunshine, cruel and unkind would de-freeze all the dreamy snowy steps and might force her to crawl over hardcore ramp, a pain o her is an anger to me. I was embarrassed, found myself in a fit of despondency totally perplexed though I knew that I had to accept defeat to the creation of nature.

I had left that place lonely in twilight with the anxiety of morning defreezation. I sat on my chair thought a little about those crescent, cross, cubes, and numbers which were related to her but to me merely an emotion flashing to the imaginary line and dot - forgotten its root counting haplessly ...3+4+5 = 6 ....!