Chronicles of Karma

33~ Wise vs Right

Shambhavi POV

If someone had told me before that in a matter of a few hours, so much could have happened, I would've questioned them about the possibilities or even debated them. Since I have come here, the days would probably go by with nothing but luxurious napping. Yes, that's what I have done so far. 

But today was different, a different way of energy. Maybe it was a stroll to the outside that changed my thought, or perhaps it was the festival and the energy that surrounded me with a labyrinth of positivity, or maybe it was the smoke from the pooja that finally unclogged my brain and drained all the negativity, or perhaps it's the moment the tip of the fingers of a stranger that asked to dance me when others ignored my presence or is the old sage that crossed my path whose words left me thirsting for more knowledge.

Part of my brain stuck to the young man whose face I couldn't see, which intrigued me. My eyes widened, and a smile bloomed on my face when the unexpected happened. With the turban-covered head and face covered with the same cloth, only his eyes sparkled at mine as the sun descended from the sky, leaving the violet hue filling the sky.

My eyebrows are probably raised as the mountains behind us; I know cause I never took my eyes off the man before me; his eyebrow arched as he watched my reaction and how his eyes twinkled when my smile bloomed; it's like you can tell everything about how someone feeling just by their eyes. I still stand before him, unsure what to reply, and I realise all the young ladies are dancing what they call Kummi adi and the men in the background following them. Is that what he is asking me to join?

I exhaled and nodded as we approached the other dancers already performing. I turned around, and the man who asked me to come to dance was behind me. I could feel the heat radiating from his chest and into my back. My eyes moved to the other female and Surya, and I was amazed at how elegantly she danced. Her eyes caught mine, and she nodded and continued the dance.

Here it goes, I mumbled and slowly leaned back to let the man know my nature toward dancing or whatever was happening here.

'Just so you know, I may not know all the steps,' I whispered, sid-eyeing the guy towering over me in height. Geez, he is tall, I thought to myself once again.

But what surprised me is that he leaned down but kept his distance and whispered, 'Don't worry, Princess, neither do I.' His husky voice and tall figure with mysterious persona would intrigue one, but many men around here are all dressed similarly, so it's not unusual.

And I did; I followed the Kummi steps that ladies performed and, last hand, clapped to the men behind them as they round the ground; each time we had to clap, the guy wiggled his eyebrows, making me laugh. But even though he dresses like many others, something in him screams differently, like his physics and height, along with something else that screams that he is not part of the working class warriors. But I shook my head, what I would know of as I try to find myself here.

And we danced, not sure how long, but I would say it might be hours, or it might be just a minute cause the time doesn't exactly work in our favour and just like that, slowly, the dancers started to disperse. The young women began to roam with their soon-to-be husbands and men trying to seek their heart-desired women in the crowds and young women trying to make hard for the young men to accept their proposals, and just like that, my dance with the unknown warrior to stopped as we both stood their watching each other.

'Thank you', I whispered, not taking my eyes off the person before.

'Thank you? For what, Princess? ' Once again, his husky voice made me smile and shiver slightly. Maybe it's the cold air, I thought to myself.