Slowly, with Time

A new post in the series - Light and Sound

When a picture searches for its music, or a piece of music finds its right picture...the result is a magical experience of Light and Sound.

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I have been away for months. Time now to face the empty home. Without her. Alone after half a century, with lifetime of memories. The walls, the rooms shall speak loudly of last year, of her battle with the disease and her going. Sadness, anxiety, pain, worry, fear… yes, all these but something more. Something wordless. An emptiness that only time will fill. As only Time can.

Her words I remember - I am lucky, for I have faith.

Am I lucky too? To have such faith? Time alone will tell.

“Happiest who stand on faith as on a rock.”^***

Soul-soothing Music by Karunesh, Beyond Time

Linking this to Write Tribe 100 words on Saturday, 2014-7

*** A line from Sri Aurobindo's poem, Savitri, Book VIII, Canto III

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Previous posts in this series:

Please Be Kind             Eastern Light

That Thing We Want...

Another one in the series – “All Music is Only the Sound of His Laughter.”

Day and night begin, you tell me,

When the sun may choose to set or rise.

Well, it may be; but for me their changing

Is determined only by her eyes.

Summer, spring, the fruitless winter

Hinge, you say, upon the heavenly sun?

Oh, but I have known a yearlong winter!

Spring was by her careless smiles begun.

(Sri Aurobindo, Seasons)

Someone sent me two flowers – one in the day and one in the night. Or was it the same flower sent twice? How to tell?

Day and Night, Night and Day. Does the night precede the day? Or is it the other way round? Does it make any difference as long as the fire in the heart stays lit? 

Happiness and Sorrow, Union and Separation, Pleasure and Pain. Two that are in fact One, One that always comes with its Twin.  

Seasons change. Life goes on. Flowers wither. Remembrance of the fragrance remains. Memories fade. Emotions linger. Emotions too grow pale. Still something persists. Something faint…yet intense, something from the past…yet carrying a hope for tomorrow. What is it?

Maybe a little more of the fursat (leisure) in Gulzar-RD Burman style will help contemplate upon this some more:

What is it that the heart searches for?

(Photo credits: Suhas Mehra)

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