A speechless conversation


The clear blue sky looked an eternity while the sun stood like a bright sphere illuminating the vast fields of infinity with dazzling glaze. The lush green leaves dancing to the chilly winds of emancipation. Silence became never so romantic. A winter Kolkata afternoon at its melancholic and sublime best. The south facing window on the first floor welcomed the rays of the omni powerful with an open heart. The bed on the side of that gateway bore signs of an abstract piece of art made by the radiant brushes of a restless artist. He lay there like a blank figure and his soul moving in tandem with raag bhairavi giving the background score. The pen and paper, his only companions urged and instigated the lost mind. He stared at the sun as long as he could as if challenging the supreme. To him life never seemed so fascinating in a losing battle. The aching head wanted more. The trees swayed and the fresh air blew across his face. The audience had passed a judgment. .Getting up, he lit a cigarette and the puffs of all dimensions demonstrated the rhythm of the mind. Looking outside his eyes fell on a small group seated comfortably on the green grass under the umbrella of tree playing cards. He followed their expressions which emitted an impression of tranquility. The match box caught his eye, written in red was “The difference between earning a good living& living a good life is enjoying what you do”. He wondered. The void soul rested in disturbed peace.