Nitty Gritty 🙄😌 , am i ??

Life must go on...

I was into the water for hours. It was almost morning. I wasn't in my senses to sense that.  The cold water had no effect on me. It was a chilly morning indeed but I felt so numb on the outside as well inside.

I felt lifeless as in I never did exist. My mere existence was a question to be asked. Had I achieved salvation??
I was all engrossed in that web of thoughts that I just couldn't notice anything in my surroundings.

"Koi bohot karreb vala hoga vo"
Someone said
I was still stuck in my thoughts that his voice disappeared in the gurgling sound of river Ganga.

"Maine aksar logo Ko aise dekha hai par tum toh kuch alag hi ho. Dhyan kaha hai tumhara?"
The same person tried to seek my attention yet again
But I was deeply engrossed in my thoughts.

I took a dip in the Ganga ji . When i turned Around I saw a man standing who was staring at me. I tried not to notice him but his face got printed in my mind like a painting. His face was so expressive as if it had hundreds of things to depict, his eyes were beautiful and his smile was serene. I could just sit and stare him for hours. But I did not do any of it.
I just had a glimpse of him but did not even stop near him , I just kept on walking until I reached my hotel...

The morning Pooja had just began. I could hear the ringing bells and the sound of the priest chanting shlokas.
I opened my window. The sun was about to rise. A sun Ray directly reflected near my window where I was standing.
This was another level of spiritual feeling.

I was about to close my window and change but then I heard a sitar being played. I felt as if all the world was quiet and there was just this Sitar playing. But then I heard a voice, a man's voice which was so powerful yet calm. The voice had it's own story maybe. I just couldn't stop myself from peeking outside to see who it was.

But I could not see anyone from my window. But the voice was making me restless. I felt sudden spark in my body . That voice made me feel I had life left in my body after 4 long years.
I felt alive again.

No more could I resist. My eyes needed to have a view of the person whose voice it was. So I headed out of my hotel and began following the voice.
I had no awareness of the world around. I was just following that one voice I was in search of.
I went running like crazy. The voice was making me feel more and more attracted towards it.

It felt as if it's god's own plan to unite me with the voice. Like the children following the pied Piper , I followed that unknown voice. And suddenly I got the feeling that I was somewhere near to it.

Before I could exactly reach there. The voice disappeared. The person had stopped singing. I could hear the last vibration of the sitar. And that was it.
I had reached the ghat again.
I was all sweaty and disappointed.

I was literally dieying to see who it was.
All I could see is few people praying to river Ganga and a priest who was sitting on one of the stairs of the ghat.

I took a step back in disappointment and collided with someone.
It was the same guy who I'd seen an hour back.
His face had the same serenity.

"Life must go on"
Is all he said and left.
I was speechless.