The twilight
was slowly getting intense. I was leaning myself more to the walls of the
temple as the beautiful idol of the Queen was slowly winking. Unbelievable it
was that she winked her right eye as if the whole beauty of the Queen comes on
to her right eye that quickly shrinks and opens immediately with an enticing
smiley curve on it.
******
An
evening with the idol of Queen amid the gentle breeze, between the flowers.
That was the garden. Garden of flowers. The flowers of heaven, as the Queen
poses her comfortable posture in all easiness.
Temple
is where the Queen was. People mistakenly have kept the idol of Queen in that holy
place, I thought. Ah sure, these thoughts are so brisk. So brittle that they fear
of being shattered.
Every
temple witnesses a seller who sells incense sticks at its gate. They earn selling
the belief on the smoke.
I
ordered only one stick. A white stick. Lit its end and drank few puffs. Many a
months after I did it. I felt little more excited with the presence of delicate
idol, and devotion to the music of silence.
Excitement
increased, the summit brought an awe. The view of happiness spread at the
foothill in the backdrop of the scanty silhouette was paradisiac. Beauty of it
all was more like the stars of a star stud saree of the princess.
Few
minutes passed. The gentle breeze brought the fragrance of rose, and the lights
on the walls of the temple invoked the serenity. The hall slowly gleamed. Awe
was more. I felt like something was happening around.
Sincerely
I took the next puff of the some from incense stick. The deep inhalation quivered
the lungs inside, and probably brought the aura of mystery on my dark face like
the volcanic molten lava exposes with the fiery brightness. The charming
brightness of lava does nothing wrong except devouring every tiny bit of life.
The smoke was the lava, with the brightness of excitement. Lava covered me. A
pack of hazy lava covered me like the molten lava and was consciously
unconscious.
I
took the last puff from the incense stick so deep and pressed the final piece
of it on the ashtray.
******* ******** ******
In a figment
of time, as the lava was all over, I got an unpredictable curiosity “what does
the gleaming idol mark out of me?”
No sooner
the pinching question provoked me, I found the idol just beside me in a jovial
mood. She was smiling. Beyond a simple and common expectation, the beautiful
idol came alive. The Queen just winked the eye and smiled. Her cheeks were with
the dimples on them as she smiled and winked.
Mesmerized
I was and left doing nothing than seeing at her. The halo around her head grew
larger.
Finally, the
temple was full bright with the light from her, garden bore more flowers and
the music of flute grew louder.
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