Jaipur,
Rajasthan
The Sun slanted through an opening between buildings perched on a narrow lane, lighting up leheriyas on sale in a shop manned by an elderly Muslim man whose years showed in his eyes, sunk between high, bony cheeks.
It’s in the texture sunshine acquires from illuminating spaces that lends light a character, and verve, triggering memories and reminiscences. And lanes become welcoming even if the people living there are not.
Light is life!
Amer,
Rajasthan
The horses
are long gone
And so are
the Royals.
There’s
finery no more,
Nor pomp
and splendour.
The Window
survives
In the
echoes of hoofs
Memories
drudge up,
Nudging
silences to life
And, life
into silences.
Time elapsed. Memories did not. Presence is absent. Absence is present.
Not a day goes by when I'm not reminded of you. You'll live as long as I do. And beyond.
I wonder which star in the sky is you. Maybe the brightest one there is.
To return is to never have gone away, well almost.
