D2/04

As the morning dawn brushed the edges of night away its sunlight soon rested gently on everything it touched, the rhythm of natures voices soon filled my space with its magic and calmness which can't get unnoticed by usual routine.

As my feet met the cool surface of ground, a quiet yet delicate gentle liveliness stirred within me, and with it, I carried myself into the beginning of another day.

As I moved through my usual routine, my thoughts returned—

Familiar , yet never easy to understand which again kept me away from the world or should I say escape from reality, well who believes when I say I actually don't have someone to be heard, seen or understood by for who am I-

well to see the truth can be a blessing yet at the same it can be a curse is not something easy and in the world to find someone as at same depth is --

like a deer wandering through the forest searching for the scent of Kasturi it itself carries within-

"Lost again?"

The voice pulled me back, gently... but enough to remind – I was still here.

I looked up to find kavya raising an eyebrow at me. "tum na... har waqt Kahin kho jati ho," she sighed.

("You do this way too often,")

I smiled faintly. "meri galti nahi hai... khayal hai ki theherte hi nahi."

( "it's not my fault... my mind just wanders.")

As she stare at my face or should I say in my eyes trying to find something yet shook her head, as soft yet gentle silence stand between us. " ek din na, tum sach mein kahin kho jaogi."

(" one day definitely you will get lost.")

I let out a quiet laugh though it didn't quiet reach my eyes." Shayad... main pehle se hi kho chuki hoon"

(" well maybe I'm already lost.")

For a brief moment silence settled between us.

Then as the temple bells rang louder, calling for the morning aarti, my gaze drifted towards the inner sanctrum.

Walking towards it trying to understand the unnamed restlessness stirred within me.

As we stepped closer to the idol, the world seemed quieted on its own.

The soft glow of diyas flickered against the sanctum walls, and the faint scent of sandalwood and fresh flowers wrapped around the air like it embracing a silent prayer.

" aa gayi tum? "

(" you came ?")

The calm voice reached me before I could gather my thoughts.

I looked up almost instinctively, a faint smile forming as I met his gaze. It was Baba— the temple priest.

His eyes, always so gentle,seemed to soften even more whenever they rested on me... carrying a quiet warmth I had come to recognice.

" ji..." I replied softly, folding my hands in respect.

("yes..")

He studied me for brief moment, as if sensing something unspoken, the corners of his eyes crinkling with a knowing light.

Beside me as kavya nudged my arm lightly before slipping away towards the practice area, her anklets fading into distance with each step.

And I remained there... Baba's gaze lingered on me, gentle yet knowing.

"Chinta mat karo, beti..."

(" don't worry my child!")

I looked up at him, a little startled by the sudden warmth in his voice.

" tumhare prashnon ke uttar.. aur tumhara intezaar— dono hi jald poore honge."

(" your every questions answer...as well as your waiting – both soon will come to its end.")

For a moment , I couldn't say anything.

It wasn't what he said...

But how certain it felt.

As if he wasn't assuring me—

But simply telling something that was already written.

.............

As the day slowly came to an end , my steps carried me back home .. but my heart remained behind.

Somewhere between unanswered questions... and a feeling I couldn't name.

And for the first time...

My WAIT didn't feel ENDLESS.

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