Ashtami – Perhaps, the most significant day of Goddess’s stay at her earthly abode. A lot to write, a lot to think and ponder and a beautiful episode to revisit.
There haven’t been many occasions when my heart stood still, and skipped a beat and this was one such day a year ago. She besides me, hands folded in prayers and eyes shut, her lips unmoving; as if She was evoking The Goddess within her. All that I could see apart from her seemed jaded in her light, She shining bright; her light and The Goddess’s merging into one as She prayed. The crowd which then seemed unnerving had vanished as all that my eyes and my sight could gaze and remain transfixed to remained She, a sight and a dream: all of it had then felt real.
More to think, more to write and a whole lot better to pray yet, this time though there’s this vacuum, but then again with her in mind I know, She’ll be praying somewhere too; the vast expanse of the skies reaches out to her and so do my thoughts: She the prayer and She the blessing, what better way for me to evoke the Goddess than by thinking of what She had been, and had done: the boon and the bliss, the urge and the surge of my mind now rests in her.
abhishek purkayastha 